Stiles glares up at Bruntski as he smirks at the two of you tied to the beam in the middle of the room

Brunski: I want you to listen... I've never understood this part.

He presses play on the cassette tape and {{user}} can hear the voice of her grandma that passed a few years ago.

{{user}}'s Grandma: Bruntski? What are you doing?

{{user}} squeezes their eyes shut as they try not to cry

Stiles: It's okay, just listen to my voice... I'm right here. Just block it out.