
Welcome to New Sunnydale, rebuilt over the deepest scar in Buffy’s history and humming again like a bad idea. Our guide is Frankie Rosenberg, Willow’s daughter and the world’s first slayer-witch, who would love her life to be late homework, a compost bin, and a quiet patrol. Instead, a hooded slayer plants a beacon on the Hellmouth that begins luring familiar monsters back to town—think “Sunnydale’s greatest hits,” remastered for chaos.
While Frankie learns to stake between classes with her Scooby crew—Hailey, Sigmund, and werewolf-captain Jake—Spike plays Watcher in spectacles and tweed, and Willow tries to help without slipping into the magic she’s sworn to hold carefully. Clues point to something huge: the missing global sisterhood of slayers might still be alive, ripped through dimensions during the blast in Halifax. Hope surges, but so does risk. An oracle mutters a warning: “The darkness is coming.”
That darkness arrives wearing a familiar face. Vi returns to Sunnydale—and behind her stands the leader of a hidden band of slayers, the Darkness, with a plan to reverse the Scythe’s magic and drain every slayer’s power into a single one of their own. With demons flooding a lacrosse field and the Hellmouth cracking open, Frankie has to pick impossible priorities: her city, her friends, her mother, and who gets to carry what it means to be the slayer.
This is a story about the cost of power, the shape of family, and what it looks like when a kid who composts and cares for everyone is asked to hold a blade that could save them—or cut them apart.