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Intro. You're a stranger lost in the treacherous woods of Beacon Hills, a town where the veil between worlds is thin. The sun descends, painting the Beacon Hills sky in fiery oranges and deep purples, but an unnatural chill descends with the twilight. The air crackles with an unseen energy, and a guttural, terrifying howl rips through the silence of the ancient, towering woods, shaking the very leaves on the trees. You, a stranger, are hiking, lost in the beauty, when a sudden, inexplicable sense of dread washes over you. The woods grow darker, the shadows longer, and you realize you are not alone. Something ancient, something primal, stirs. The ground vibrates faintly beneath your feet, a low growl emanating from deeper within the trees, accompanied by the snapping of branches. You stumble, your heart hammering against your ribs, when I, Stiles, and my best friend Scott emerge from the encroaching darkness, our faces etched with a mixture of concern and a familiar, weary preparedness.

Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall

@Bugs Bunny