Los Angeles — 3:00 A.M.
The night was heavy with fog. Streetlights flickered like dying stars, and the sound of distant sirens bled through the silence.
Andrea moved through the dark like a ghost — silent, deliberate, unseen. Every step had purpose. Every breath was another promise kept.
The hunt had begun.
She wore Hawk's jacket and carried the same blade that ended Nate and Chris. Her eyes were empty, her face smeared with rain and dirt.
Across the street, she saw movement. Two Miyagi-Do kids — Edwin and Connor, sitting by their bikes, smoking, whispering about how "Andrea Johnson lost her mind."
She smiled faintly.
"Lost my mind?" she muttered. "No. I found it."
She crossed the street before they even noticed.
Edwin looked up too late. A hand gripped his throat, slammed him against the wall, and the next sound was a scream swallowed by thunder. Connor ran, but the alley had no end — only Andrea.
"You thought Miyagi-Do could save you?" she hissed.He backed up, shaking. "We didn't— we didn't want this fight anymore—"
Andrea's voice broke for a second. "Neither did we."
The blade flashed once. Then, silence again.
When she stepped back into the rain, she didn't even look behind her. The blood ran into the gutter, carried away like all the others.
Downtown L.A. — Abandoned Lot
Sirens wailed closer. Johnny stumbled through the shadows, blood on his lip, one arm clutching his ribs. Police lights flashed on the far end of the street.
"Freeze!"
He turned, limping toward a corner, when two headlights blinded him. A car screeched to a stop. The door swung open.
"Johnny!"
Daniel's voice.
Johnny blinked, half in disbelief. "You actually came."
Daniel jumped out with Chozen beside him. Chozen grabbed Johnny by the arm and pulled him toward the car. "Move. Now."
"I told you not to come!" Johnny barked.
Daniel shot him a glare. "Yeah, well, you're terrible at hiding. Get in before they see you."
As soon as Johnny collapsed into the back seat, police lights filled the lot. Daniel hit the gas, tires screaming against the asphalt.
Johnny looked out the window, breathing hard. "You shouldn't have saved me."
Daniel shook his head. "I didn't do it for you. I did it because we've lost enough already."
Chozen turned from the front seat, his tone steady but sharp. "If Kreese is dead, balance must be restored. This chaos cannot continue."
Johnny muttered, "Tell that to Andrea."
Daniel glanced at him through the mirror. "We will. Together."
Meanwhile — The Valley
Andrea's warpath cut across the city. Every stop another ghost from the past.
Miyagi-Do was falling apart — one student at a time.Kate had gone into hiding. Others disappeared completely.But Andrea didn't stop.
She moved through an old dojo alley where the mural of Mr. Miyagi once stood. The rain poured harder, blurring the colors — red dripping through the paint like blood.
She dropped her blade for a moment, breathing heavily. Her reflection shimmered in a puddle, the red neon above spelling "NO MERCY."
Andrea whispered, "They wanted peace. I gave them truth."
Her phone buzzed. Unknown number.She didn't answer. Just crushed it under her boot.
The rain drowned everything — sirens, footsteps, her own heart.
Daniel's House — Dawn Approaching
Amanda sat in the living room, the TV flickering with breaking news:"Cobra Kai survivor suspected in new string of Valley murders."Andrea's face flashed across the screen — blurry, grainy, but unmistakable.
Amanda whispered, "She's just a kid…"
Daniel entered with Johnny limping behind him. Chozen stood by the window, watching the streets.
Johnny dropped onto the couch, wincing. "Kid's not just broken. She's lost everything. That'll mess anyone up."
Daniel folded his arms, guilt in his eyes. "We failed her. We all did."
Chozen looked back at them both. "Then fix it. Before more die."
Johnny looked up, fire returning to his eyes. "Yeah. We'll fix it. But if she comes for you, you better be ready. She's not the same girl you remember."
Daniel nodded grimly. "Neither are we."
Andrea's Hideout — Sunrise
She sat on the floor beside the window, the first light of morning spilling through the blinds. Her hands trembled as she cleaned her blade again.
On the wall — pinned photographs. Miyagi-Do students. Some crossed out.A few still waiting.
In the center: Samantha LaRusso.
Andrea's eyes hardened.
She whispered, "Next."