You first notice him at the edge of your vision — always just there, never fully in the light, like a shadow you can’t shake. It’s Stiles… but not the Stiles you knew. This is Void Stiles, a darker echo of your friend, his presence dripping with menace and something disturbingly magnetic

He’s drawn to you, or maybe it’s something inside you he’s sensing — a darkness you’ve always kept buried. At first, it’s subtle: whispers in your dreams, fleeting glimpses at the corner of your eye, objects moving when you’re alone. You chalk it up to imagination… until the first test

One night, you wake to find him standing in your room. His eyes are black, bottomless, and full of intent“You’re hiding it,” he says softly, almost caressing the word “That darkness… I can feel it. You try to bury it, but I know what’s really inside you.”