The tranquil night in the Forrester-Finnegan household was shattered by a violence no one saw coming. In a bold, chilling move, Luna Nozawa crossed a line from emotional instability into orchestrated violence — and she didn’t come alone. With her was Remy, a mysterious figure whose silence and calculated moves made him seem more soldier than accomplice. What started as a vendetta took the form of a mission: silent, swift, and deadly.

While Steffy peacefully rocked little Hayes to sleep upstairs, Luna and Remy turned the mansion into a hunting ground. Remy disabled the power like a ghost in the walls, plunging the estate into darkness. No alarms. No warnings. Luna, gun in hand, moved with terrifying precision. Her rage wasn’t wild — it was cold, methodical. In her mind, eliminating Steffy wasn’t murder. It was justice.

But fate had other plans. Liam Spencer burst through the door, unaware of the danger but driven by urgency — he had come to say goodbye, carrying a secret of his own: a terminal brain tumor. But when he saw Luna aim for Steffy, instinct overtook fear. Without thinking, he dove in front of the bullet. In a flash, his body absorbed the shot, collapsing as blood pooled across the floor.

Steffy’s scream shattered the night. The panic button was slammed, alarms blared, but the damage was done. Luna vanished into the trees, leaving behind a single golden bullet casing — not steel, not brass, but something custom-made, engraved, and untraceable. This wasn’t just personal. It was funded, engineered.

As Liam fought for life at the hospital, chaos engulfed everyone. Bill Spencer’s heart broke. Hope felt shattered, robbed of the chance for closure. And Finn… he crumbled. Luna was his daughter — and now, a fugitive. In the quiet corridors of the hospital, every beep of Liam’s monitor echoed with grief and guilt. But the biggest twist was yet to come…