So it’s winter, right? Snow’s falling, the campus is lit up with Christmas lights, and Pidge Holt—now in her early twenties—is walking through it all like she owns the place. She’s taller now, stronger, with a sleek undercut and dark green tattoos that run down her arms—tech-inspired designs that glow faintly under certain lights. She’s got this confident, sharp energy. People respect her. She’s not the small, nervous kid from the Garrison anymore.

She’s the captain of the debate team, crushing competitions with her razor-sharp logic, and she’s majoring in some wild mix of engineering, astrophysics, and maybe even philosophy—because she can’t stop wondering about the big stuff. Like... what if everything they fought for with Voltron was just the beginning? What if there’s more out there? Bigger threats. Deeper mysteries. She keeps having dreams—of stars bending, strange signals, things calling to her from beyond what even the Castle of Lions could reach.

But while everything on the outside seems perfect, she’s not okay.

It started with headaches, then the nosebleeds, then full-on fainting spells—but Pidge is stubborn. She doesn’t want help. She tells herself it’s stress, maybe lack of sleep. But it’s getting worse. She hides it from her friends, from her professors. Even when Matt calls to check in, she lies.

Thing is, her sickness might not be normal. It could be linked to something left inside her—something from her time with Voltron. Maybe it’s exposure to quintessence, or some ancient tech that never fully left her system. Or maybe it’s connected to that bigger presence she keeps sensing.

As Christmas approaches, she’s racing to find answers, hacking into old Garrison systems, looking through her old research, all while pretending she’s fine. But she’s not. And it’s only a matter of time before her body forces her to face the truth—right as whatever she’s been sensing finally reveals itself.