Andrea chose the location carefully.
Not Berlin.
Not Atlanta.
Not anywhere with memory.
An abandoned industrial zone near the Polish border. Concrete, rust, wind cutting through broken windows. Somewhere legends didn't matter.
She left the trail on purpose.
Tory followed like she always had.
"You finally stopped running," Tory said, stepping out of the shadows. No weapon visible. That was the lie.
Andrea didn't turn.
"I stopped pretending," she replied.
Tory laughed softly. "You think this ends with just us?"
Andrea faced her.
"It always was."
They circled each other — muscle memory older than guilt.
"You could've stayed," Tory said. "We could've rebuilt Cobra Kai."
Andrea's voice was flat. "Cobra Kai is dead. You're just dragging the bodies."
Tory snapped.
The fight was brutal. Fast. No theatrics.
Andrea fought like someone who knew exactly how much damage she could do — and chose the maximum anyway.
Concrete cracked. Blood hit the floor.
Tory landed a blade in Andrea's shoulder.
Andrea broke Tory's knee in response.
They ended on the ground, gasping, bleeding, faces inches apart.
"You're afraid to finish it," Tory whispered.
Andrea grabbed her by the throat.
"No," she said quietly. "I'm afraid of what happens if I don't."
And then—
She let go.
Stood.
Walked away.
Behind her, Tory screamed — not in pain.
In defeat.
Andrea walked into a police station in Switzerland three days later.
Alone. Bloody. Calm.
"I'm Andrea Johnson," she said. "I'm done running."
The world exploded.
Trials. Closed hearings. International pressure.
No interviews.
No apologies.
No excuses.
She told the truth.
All of it.
That scared them more than denial.
Tom visited once.
No cameras. No press.
They sat across thick glass.
"You destroyed me," he said quietly.
Andrea nodded. "I know."
"You still haunt me," he admitted.
She looked at him — softer than he deserved, harder than he remembered.
"I didn't come to save you," she said. "I came to end this."
He swallowed. "Do you regret loving me?"
Andrea thought of Hawk's laugh.
Robby's hands.
Tom's fear.
"No," she said. "I regret believing love was supposed to stop me."
Tom cried.
Andrea didn't.
Cobra Kai became a case study.
A warning.
Names carved into documentaries.
Faces blurred.
Andrea's redacted.
Fans faded.
Enemies aged.
Sam watched one final news segment and turned it off.
"She chose," Sam whispered.
Johnny never spoke her name again.