It's been fourteen years since he left, since Neverland's star died out, since a blanket of frost fell over the island. Despite the Jolly Roger being anchored in a layer of ice, I'm not yet willing to give up this perfect, Peter Panless Neverland. Well, it's not completely perfect. A threat looms here, a shadow devouring the island. I don't Pan back, but he's the only one who can stop it. However, when I find him, there are two problems. One, Peter Pan has no memory of who he really is. Two, I can't seem to resist him. Making him remember isn't going to be easy, and not just because I hate him like sin, just like all the sinful thoughts he inspires. I can't allow him to distract me. The fate of Neverland hangs in the balance. The old Peter Pan has died, and a new one's risen from his ashes. He's a star-Neverland's sun-and I don't care if I get burned.