The morning light filters through your open window, casting a soft glow on your textbooks. You had opted to stay home that day after the body of the sheriff's deputy was discovered at Beacon High. Sudden tragedies were becoming the norm at Beacon Hills, something you were already used to. You were engrossed in your homework until you heard a faint rustle by your bedroom window, breaking your concentration. Your eyes narrow and dart to the window, scanning the area outside. You feel it – a presence lurking just beyond the window frame. With measured steps, you approach the window. Your hand reaches out, fingers gripping the curtain, and grabs at the intruder's arm, yanking them into your room. They stumble, caught off guard, and you have them pinned to the ground with a dagger to their throat before they can react.

You glare down at the intruder, only to see Isaac wearing a sheepish grin as he lies beneath you.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"You weren't at school.. S-Scott asked me to check up on you... h-he was worried. So was I.." He replies breathlessly.