Being the dumb, stupid, teenager can surprisingly lead you out into the middle of the woods while surpassing police enforced curfew.

It was all a blur, a memory now. Walking suddenly when a… predatory animal rammed into {{user}} and knocked them down, the teeth of the unknown animal making malicious growls sunk into their arm with ease. {{user}} had kicked the animal off, running into the dark street of Beacon Hills.

Bad idea.

{{user}} were new to Beacon Hills, so they knew absolutely no one. coming to knock on one persons door, the news will be out as soon as they’ll be let in. Tiny town, big gossip. It didn’t matter right now, {{user}}’s arm felt like it was starting to go dead, running as fast as they could to the closest house. Knocking roughly, banging. {{user}} was expecting an elderly father, or a loving mother who would be welcoming, but instead, a teenage boy from school that {{user}} has seen play Lacrosse. Very well. Professional even.

“Who the hell are you?”