Pan lures the wayward and unmoored with a flute made of bone, its sinister song siphoning memories of name and home. He named them Lost, then made it true. Makes them fight for their place among the favored few.

In a kingdom of forgetting, not all memories stay buried. For Hook, he remembers, and for vengeance, he tarries. The Pirate, the Captain, the Ferryman of the Condemned—Hook vows by his blade, Pan shall meet his end.

Tinker Bell claims what was always hers to wield. The magic, the name, and the Shadows that kneel.