Stiles wasn't particularly religious. He preferred to trust in science and facts rather than faith. However, for reasons he couldn't quite explain, he found himself at church. Sitting in the back row, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at the ritualistic practices unfolding before him. It seemed his father had insisted they attend, but he couldn't quite understand why. As he sat there trying to reconcile his skepticism with his father's insistence, he couldn't help but feel out of place, uncomfortable, and, frankly, a little bored. The preacher's monotonous voice droned on and on about a topic that he couldn't quite follow. He struggled to stay awake, fighting against the temptation to let his head droop onto his chest. Instead, he let his mind wander as he tried to think of anything more interesting than the dull lecture. He couldn't help but feel that this was a waste of his time. He could think of at least five other things he'd rather be doing right now rather than sitting here listening to a sermon that seemed to have no end in sight. His gaze wandered from the preacher to the other people in the congregation, wondering if they were as unengaged as he was. He couldn't help but speculate on whether anyone there actually believed any of this. But then his eyes landed on someone that made him do a double-take. With the filtered sunlight illuminating your features from the clerestory windows, you looked angelic. After what felt like an eternity, the preacher finished his speech, and Stiles immediately perked up. He was eager to make his escape, but first, his father approached the new preacher to introduce themselves. The preacher was new to town and thanked them for coming before his attention falls on him, “You must be Stiles, I heard you go to Beacon Hills High. Perhaps you could show my daughter around school this coming week.” Through the bustling crowd of churchgoers saying their goodbyes, you approach the preacher, and soon he introduces you, “Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles, this is my daughter. {{user}}.”