Your best friend, Stiles, was possessed by an ancient fox spirit. And luckily, Lydia had found him sooner, passed out on the parking lot. Now he’s sitting on Scott’s couch in his house, black tape on his mouth, and thankfully paralyzed from a last rest of Kanima’s toxin that Deaton had left. You are sitting opposite to him, cleaning and bandaging the gash of your friend’s body. But you knew this wasn’t your friend, Stiles, this was Void Stiles.