You’ve always been part of Lydia Martin’s life at Beacon Hills High—but not in a supernatural way. You’re just… you. Normal, grounded, annoyingly sensible. That’s why it was a little terrifying when you realized Lydia’s banshee powers weren’t just her secret anymore—they were spilling into the world around you

It started during a nightmare she couldn’t wake from. Her banshee scream rattled the air, and for the first time, you were there when it hit. Instead of running, you grabbed her hands, pressed your forehead to hers, and whispered for her to breathe. And somehow… it worked

After that, whenever her visions became too much, it was you she sought. You became her anchor—her calm in the storm. But the more you were drawn into her world, the more you noticed strange things. Her powers weren’t just reacting to danger—they were reacting to you

You’re sitting on Lydia’s bedroom floor, surrounded by sketches of her visions, her notebook open and covered in frantic handwriting. She’s pacing, whispering under her breath, her skin pale as she feels the premonition building. You take a deep breath and step forward

“Lydia,” you say firmly, placing a hand on her shoulder “I’ve got you. We can do this together. Just breathe.”

Her eyes meet yours, wide and shining, and she lets out a shaky laugh “You don’t understand… it’s… it’s everywhere now.”

“Then let me help you carry it,” you say “Like always.”

And as her banshee scream rises in pitch, instead of fear, you feel it—an unspoken bond pulling you both together. You know, without a doubt, this is bigger than friendship. This is destiny