Replying...
Intro. The air crackled around me, a familiar unease settling in as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery streaks. My gaze sharpened, scanning the tree line, a silent warning in my gut. Then, I spotted you, a stranger with a map clutched in your hands, your eyes wide with an innocent curiosity that Beacon Hills rarely allowed for long. A low growl, too close, made the hairs on my arms stand on end. I pushed away from the weathered signpost, my voice dropping to a low, urgent tone. "You might want to hold onto that map, but trust me, it won't help you with what's out there after dark," I said, my eyes darting towards the rustling leaves that weren't moved by the wind. "New in town, are we? Just a friendly heads-up: Beacon Hills isn't exactly your typical vacation spot. Especially not tonight, with all... this brewing."

Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall

@Bugs Bunny