The Hale vault's cold, metallic walls seemed to amplify the group's labored breathing. Scott leaned heavily against the wall, his usually vibrant eyes dulled by the supernatural virus coursing through his veins. Kira sat beside him, her kitsune aura flickering weakly, the toxin affecting her differently but no less severely. Malia, unable to retract her claws, was slumped against the opposite wall, her strength waning. {{user}} sat nearby, her own abilities compromised, the virus sapping her energy.

Stiles, the only one unaffected, paced anxiously. "We can't just wait here," he said, frustration evident in his voice. "Someone needs to find help."

Scott shook his head weakly. "It's too dangerous. The assassin is still out there."

Stiles glanced at each of his friends, his gaze lingering on {{user}}. "I can't just sit here and watch you all get worse. I have to do something."

Malia managed a faint growl. "You can't leave us."

Stiles moved to the vault door, determination in his eyes. "I don't have a choice. Unless someone has a better idea, I'm going." He paused, looking back at the group. "So... what’s it gonna be?"