The night exploded into chaos on the Forrester cliffs as Luna Nozzawa’s desperate escape spiraled into the most horrifying moment the families have ever witnessed.
Chief Baker’s squad cars screeched to a halt, red and blue lights slicing through the dark as Baker barked commands and sprinted toward the cliffs. The manhunt for Luna intensified in seconds — but everything unravelled even faster.
Will Spencer lunged forward, begging to be part of the search, but Baker blocked him with a force that stunned everyone.
“Stay back, Spencer. You’re too involved — too dangerous.”
Will’s face crumbled in helpless agony as Luna’s world collapsed without him.
But the search didn’t stop.
Lee, her voice trembling between terror and guilt, shouted Luna’s name into the wind.
Poppy, drenched in tears and shaking uncontrollably, begged officers to find her baby.
And Sheila Carter, eyes blazing with an eerie, almost frantic intensity, scoured every shadow — determined not to let the girl slip away, though no one understood her motives.
Meanwhile, Luna — soaked in fear, breath hitching, mind unraveling — ran blindly through the jagged terrain. Her heart pounded like a war drum, her vision blurred by panic. She didn’t see the loose gravel beneath her feet. She didn’t hear Lee’s desperate cry:
“LUNA, STOP—PLEASE!”
It was already too late.
Her foot slipped.
Time stopped.
A single, blood-chilling scream tore through the night as Luna’s body tumbled over the cliff’s edge — plunging violently into the roaring black sea below.
Poppy collapsed to her knees, shrieking in horror.
Lee screamed her daughter’s name until her voice broke.
Even Sheila froze, shock swallowing her usual steel, her hands hovering uselessly over the cliffside.
Below, the waves churned like a monster swallowing its prey. Luna’s body surfaced for a brief, agonizing moment — arms thrashing, her voice drowned by the crashing tide — before vanishing beneath the foam again.
Baker shouted for maritime rescue. Officers scrambled.
But the ocean gave nothing back.
Seconds felt like hours as everyone waited for Luna to reappear.
She didn’t.
Now, Luna is trapped somewhere beneath the waves — lungs burning, strength fading, fighting a battle she may not survive. Above her, the cliffs tremble under the weight of pure despair.
