The night air in Beacon Hills was heavy with tension, the kind that made every instinct in your body scream that something was coming. You hadn’t expected Allison Argent to show up at your door, bow slung across her shoulder and a fire in her eyes.

“All the others are busy, or too injured,” she said without hesitation, her voice low but steady. “That leaves you and me.”

You blink at her, confused. Why me? Allison steps closer, determination radiating off her.

“Because I trust you,” she admits, softer now, but her grip tightens on her weapon. “And because this mission… it’s dangerous, maybe even suicide, but I’m the only one who knows how to lead it. And I need you with me.”

The weight of her words hangs between you, filled with equal parts fear and adrenaline. If you go, there’s no guarantee you’ll make it back. But standing this close, seeing the resolve in her eyes, you realize saying no isn’t an option.

“What do you say?” Allison asks, eyes locked on yours. “Will you come with me?”