In the dead of night, under a shroud of fog and the haunting glow of a full moon, the sprawling Forrester cliffside estate looked like a painting suspended above the crashing Pacific below. It was the perfect mask for what lurked within. Inside, everything was unnervingly peaceful—too peaceful. Steffy Forrester, exhausted from a long day running the powerhouse that was Forrester Creations, had no idea that danger had already taken root inside her home.

As she returned to her elegant yet lonely mansion, Steffy reached for the comfort of a glass of wine. Her voice echoed through the pristine marble halls as she called out for Finn, her husband, expecting only warmth and routine. But what greeted her was something far more chilling than silence. Something wasn’t right—there was a tension in the air, a vibration beneath the calm. It was the kind of quiet that warns of a coming storm. Finn entered, his smile weary but affectionate, and for a heartbeat, everything felt normal. Then came the sound that changed everything—a sharp click.

Not from a glass. Not a door. But a gun.

In the doorway stood Luna, her hands trembling but her eyes alight with wild, unwavering intent. The silver moon behind her gave her an almost otherworldly aura—ethereal, tragic, and terrifying. What had once been a confused, soft-spoken girl was now a would-be assassin. The moment shattered like Steffy’s wine glass, which slipped from her hand and exploded against the tiles.

Finn leapt in front of his wife, his instincts screaming before his brain caught up. “Luna…” he whispered, his voice thick with disbelief. “What are you doing?”

Luna’s voice was cracked and desperate: “I have to. You don’t understand. She ruined everything.”

And just like that, a normal evening transformed into a deadly standoff. Steffy couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t just betrayal—it was madness weaponized. The young woman they’d taken in, trusted, had come to end her. Seconds ticked by like hours as Finn begged her to stop, to see reason, but Luna was beyond reach. Her finger tightened on the trigger. Steffy braced for impact, for death.

Then—a blur. A body came out of nowhere and slammed into Luna, disarming her in a heartbeat. The gun clattered to the ground, and Luna fought to regain it, but the figure, swift and silent, pushed her away from danger. She fled into the shadows, but the mysterious savior didn’t chase. They simply turned, glanced at Steffy and Finn to ensure their safety—and vanished into the fog.

What followed was chaos. Sirens, alarms, guards arriving too late. Luna was gone, and so was the stranger. But a war had begun. And Steffy knew—this wasn’t over. It was just beginning.