Valley Outskirts — Dawn
Smoke still rose in the distance where East Ridge High once stood. The fire had been contained hours ago, but the scent lingered — burnt rubber, wet ash, and memories that refused to die.
Andrea sat by the roadside on Hawk's motorcycle, the engine silent now, her eyes red and swollen. She hadn't slept in days. Her knuckles were raw from gripping the handlebars too tightly.
She stared at the horizon — at nothing. The world was quiet, except for the distant hum of police sirens and the faint chirp of birds too naive to know what the valley had become.
And then her voice broke the silence."Tory..."
A flash of realization flickered through her mind. Tory wasn't there — not at the war. Not when it all fell apart.
"Tory didn't fight," Andrea whispered to herself. "She wasn't there when it happened."
For the first time in weeks, her rage paused long enough for confusion to slip through.
If Tory hadn't been part of it… where was she?
Elsewhere — Motel Outside Reseda
The TV blared with breaking news.Cobra Kai — The Dojo That Turned Deadly.Valley in Chaos: Students Confirmed Dead.A Single Survivor Still Missing.
Tory Nichols sat on the edge of a worn-out motel bed, her head in her hands. Her eyes were red from crying, her body trembling with guilt.
She hadn't been there. She'd left Cobra Kai days before the war started — after Kreese's threats became too much, after realizing she couldn't stomach what the dojo was turning into.
But leaving didn't stop the guilt.
She looked up at the TV again — the pictures flashing one by one.Miguel.Hawk.Robby.Kenny.Bert.Mitch.
Her breath hitched.
Then she saw Andrea's picture — grainy, eyes cold, the caption reading:
Andrea Johnson — Missing. Dangerous. Last seen near East Ridge High.
Tory stood slowly, wiping her face."No," she whispered. "You're not gone. Not like the rest."
She grabbed her leather jacket, pulling it tight, and stepped outside.
The rain had stopped, but the ground was slick, reflecting the pale sunrise.
"I'm coming, Andrea," she said under her breath. "You don't have to burn everything."
Meanwhile — Johnny, Daniel, and Chozen
Johnny slammed his fist against the wall of the dojo. "She burned the damn school down! How many more fires before she burns herself alive?"
Daniel leaned forward on the table, exhausted. "We need to think clearly. Andrea's not just acting out — she's hunting. She's methodical. Every place she's burned meant something to her."
Chozen nodded grimly. "Next will be where she was forged. Cobra Kai."
Amanda entered with her phone. "Police are spread too thin. They're calling her a fugitive."
Johnny muttered, "She's not a fugitive. She's just... lost."
Daniel turned toward him. "You can't save everyone, Johnny."
Johnny shot him a look. "You didn't see the way she fought. She's not a monster — she's what we made her."
Chozen stepped forward, his tone heavy. "Then perhaps only one who understands her can stop her."
Daniel frowned. "And who would that be?"
The room went silent.
Then Amanda whispered, "Tory Nichols."
Cut to: Andrea — Abandoned Warehouse, Late Night
Andrea sat cross-legged on the cold floor, surrounded by scattered photos she salvaged before burning her locker. Every face stared back at her — Hawk, Miguel, Robby, Tory, Johnny, even Daniel.
Her fingers trembled as she picked up the picture of her and Tory after their first tournament together. They were laughing, arms slung over each other's shoulders.
For a moment, something softened in Andrea's eyes.
Then she clenched the photo in her fist until it crumpled.
"I don't need anyone," she hissed. "Not anymore."
She stood, pulling a black duffel bag from the corner — blades, chains, a steel baton. The new weapons of Cobra Kai's lost daughter.
As she zipped the bag shut, headlights swept across the wall — a car approaching.
Andrea grabbed her weapon, her pulse spiking.
The car door slammed. Boots hit the ground.
Then a familiar voice echoed through the dark.
"Andrea?"
Andrea froze. That voice.
"Tory?"
Tory stepped into the light — soaked, tired, and broken. "It's me. I've been looking for you for days."
Andrea's voice was low, shaking. "You should've stayed gone."
Tory stepped closer. "I had to find you. You think I don't know what happened? I lost them too."
Andrea gritted her teeth. "Then you should understand why I'm doing this."
"I do," Tory whispered. "But it won't bring them back."
Andrea's breath hitched — her jaw tightening. "It's all I have left."
Tory slowly raised her hands, tears in her eyes. "No. You still have me."
For the first time, Andrea's weapon lowered slightly.
But her voice was hollow. "You can't save me, Tory."
Tory's eyes glistened. "Maybe not. But I'm not letting you go alone."
The rain began again — light, soft — like the world was holding its breath.
Fade Out —Tory steps closer through the rain, Andrea's eyes flickering between rage and heartbreak.The storm outside grows louder.The war may be over — but the battle inside Andrea has only begun.