The headline followed her everywhere.
FORMER COBRA KAI STUDENT ANDREA JOHNSON SPOTTED IN BERLIN
LINKED TO DEADLY ATLANTA INCIDENTS — AUTHORITIES WARN PUBLIC TO KEEP DISTANCE
Her face was everywhere.
Screens in subway stations.
Phones in strangers' hands.
Newspapers plastered to café windows like wanted posters.
Hawk Moskowitz.
Miguel Diaz.
Robby Keene.
Kenny Payne.Bert.
Kyler.
Mitch.
Dead.
Every name hit like a hammer — even though she'd memorized the list long before the world learned it.
Berlin didn't look at her like a person anymore.
They looked at her like a loaded gun.
People crossed the street when they recognized her. Shop owners locked doors. Police cars slowed when she passed. Mothers pulled children closer. Men stared too long — curious, afraid, stupid.
Andrea felt none of it.
She felt hollow.
And inside that hollow, something violent stretched and yawned awake.
ATLANTA — LARUSSO HOUSE
Sam sat frozen in front of the television.
She hadn't slept since the news broke.
The anchor kept talking — words like mass casualty, dojo-related violence, sole survivors. The screen cut to footage of Andrea walking through Berlin, hood up, eyes empty.
"She's not running," Sam whispered. "She's waiting."
Johnny stood behind her, fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white.
"My kids are dead," he said hoarsely. "All of them."
Daniel's face was pale — devastated, furious, guilty.
"We failed them," Amanda whispered. "And we created her."
Chozen spoke quietly, but every word landed like a blade.
"She is no longer a student. She is a consequence."
Sam's voice shook.
"She loved them," she said. "Robby was her boyfriend. Hawk was her brother. You don't survive that kind of loss without becoming something else."
Johnny slammed his fist into the wall.
"And Tory?" he barked. "Where the hell is Tory?"
No one answered.
They all already knew.
BERLIN — NIGHT
Andrea felt her before she saw her.
That familiar prickle at the base of her spine.
Tory's voice came from behind her — soft, pleased.
"They're afraid of you now."
Andrea didn't turn.
"You're enjoying this."
"Of course I am," Tory replied. "This is what happens when the world finally admits what it made you."
Andrea's jaw tightened.
"I didn't do this for attention."
"No," Tory said, stepping into view. "You did it because pain demanded direction."
Andrea turned then — eyes sharp, dangerous.
"You followed me," she said. "Again."
Tory smiled. "I stayed. Like I said I would."
She tossed a folded newspaper at Andrea's feet.
COBRA KAI OFFICIALLY CLOSED — DEADLIEST DOJO IN MODERN HISTORY
"Johnny's finished," Tory continued. "LaRusso's legacy is poisoned. Miyagi-Do pretends they're innocent."
Andrea stared at the paper.
"Hawk would've laughed at this," she murmured.
Tory's smile softened — just a little.
"He would've burned it down."
Andrea's breath caught.
Robby's face flashed in her mind — the way he'd looked at her like she was something worth saving.
"You don't get to use their names," Andrea said quietly.
Tory stepped closer.
"I get to remind you why pretending to be normal is a lie."
Andrea looked up — and the choice finished forming.
"They warned the public to stay away from me," Andrea said calmly. "So they won't interfere."
Tory's eyes gleamed.
"There she is."
Andrea picked up the newspaper.
Crumpled it.
"I'm done hiding," she said. "If the world wants a villain—"
She met Tory's gaze.
"—I'll give it one that finishes what was started."
Tory laughed — low, reverent.
"Cobra Kai never needed a dojo," she said. "It needed you."
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN ATLANTA AND BERLIN
Sam stared at the paused image on her screen — Andrea's eyes caught mid-frame.
Cold.
Decided.
"She's not coming back," Sam whispered.
Daniel asked, "Back from what?"
Sam swallowed.
"From war."
BERLIN — LATER
Andrea stood alone on a bridge overlooking the city.
Sirens echoed in the distance.
Her phone buzzed — dozens of messages she didn't read. Threats. Warnings. Prayers.
One message sat unopened.
TOM
She deleted it without opening.
The water below reflected city lights like broken glass.
"I loved them," Andrea whispered into the night. "Every single one."
Her hands curled into fists.
"And I'll make sure they weren't for nothing."
Behind her, unseen, Tory watched — satisfied.
Because Andrea Johnson had stopped running.
And this time…
She chose violence on purpose.