The Valley — Midnight
Rain poured down like it was trying to wash the world clean — but it couldn't. Not this one. Not Andrea's.
Her boots splashed through puddles as she ran, hair soaked, breath ragged. Behind her, the flashing red and blue lights faded into the distance. She didn't look back. She couldn't.
She reached Hawk's motorcycle, the one she'd taken days ago, and swung a leg over it. Her trembling hands gripped the handles.
The key turned.The engine roared.
Andrea drove into the storm.
The wind stung her face as she sped through the empty streets, lightning slicing across the sky like white fire. She didn't know where she was going — not at first — but her heart did. It led her straight to East Ridge High.
The place where everything started.The place where she met them.
East Ridge High — 12:32 A.M.
The gates were chained shut, but Andrea broke through the side fence, her clothes catching on the wire as she slipped inside.
The air smelled of wet asphalt and rust. Every step echoed through the halls.
Her eyes darted to the lockers — scratched, dented, but still standing. She walked slowly down the corridor, her fingers brushing across the cold metal.
Locker #127 — Hawk's.#130 — Miguel's.#132 — Hers.
Andrea stopped. She opened hers and stared inside.
A crumpled photo lay there — a picture of the first Cobra Kai crew. All of them smiling.Johnny, Tory, Hawk, Miguel, Bert, Mitch, Kenny... and her.
She slid down against the locker, her breathing uneven.
"Why'd you all have to go?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Why couldn't we just stay... the way we were?"
Her tears mixed with the rain dripping from her hair.
For a long moment, there was only silence.Then she stood.
Andrea reached into her jacket pocket, pulling out a small metal lighter.The flame flickered weakly in the storm's breath.
She stared at it — then at the photo.
"I'll burn it all down," she whispered. "Every memory. Every ghost."
She dropped the lighter.
The paper caught instantly, the fire spreading to the locker's edges, licking the walls, devouring the past.
The heat grew fast — orange light dancing on her face, turning her eyes into fire themselves.
She stepped back, breathing heavily, the flames reflecting in her pupils.
Behind her, the trophies in the display case began to melt. The old banners — "EAST RIDGE EAGLES: 1ST PLACE — TOURNAMENT OF VALLEY" — curled and blackened.
The halls that once echoed with laughter now screamed with the crackle of burning wood.
Andrea walked down the corridor, fire chasing her heels, until she reached the gym.
This was where she first fought Tory.Where she first sparred with Miguel.Where Hawk first called her "family."
She looked around at the charred bleachers, the mats still lying in the middle of the floor.
"Goodbye," she said quietly.
And then she threw the lighter toward the center mat.
Flames erupted.
Andrea turned and walked away, her silhouette cutting through the smoke like a shadow from another world.
Outside, the rain began to pour again, fighting the blaze — but the fire refused to die.
Meanwhile — Daniel's House
Daniel, Johnny, and Chozen stood by the window as sirens blared in the distance once more.
Amanda stepped into the room, her voice shaken. "Another fire... East Ridge High this time."
Daniel's heart sank. "She's burning her past."
Johnny muttered under his breath, "Or erasing it."
Chozen crossed his arms, staring at the window. "She will not stop. Not until everything that reminds her of pain is gone."
Daniel whispered, "Then we find her before there's nothing left."
Cut to: Andrea — Riding through the storm
She drove fast, the wind pulling at her soaked jacket, her hair whipping around her face.
The burning school's glow faded behind her — but the fire in her eyes didn't.
She whispered into the night, voice trembling but sharp:
"You took my family. Now I'll take yours."
The rain couldn't put out what was already burning inside her.