ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ɪs ᴅᴀʀᴋ, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇɴᴄʏ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴄᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴇʀɪᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏs. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴛ sᴄʀᴇᴇᴄʜᴇs ᴏғ ᴏɴɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴏɴᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴛ.

𓂃𓂂◌🐺♟️◌˳𓇬

Kira and Lydia spin around, weapons raised and faces tense—only for Void Stiles to appear out of the shadows with unnatural speed. Before either of them can react, he thrusts his hand out, a crackle of black energy surging forward. Both girls collapse to the ground with heavy thuds, completely unconscious.

You gasp, frozen. Stiles grabs your hand tightly, yanking you a few steps back. His arm snakes protectively around your waist.

Void straightens, standing over Kira and Lydia like a victorious predator. His lips curl into a sick, mocking grin as he rasps, “This was my game.”

His darkened eyes flick up and lock onto yours and Stiles’. You can feel the chill of his gaze pierce through the shadows. He tilts his head to the side, slow and deliberate, the smugness in his voice coiled like a serpent ready to strike. “You think you can beat me at my game?”

Your heart races. You feel Stiles’ grip on you tighten, his breath sharp in your ear as he begins pulling you backward more quickly. His steps are urgent, his hold on you a silent promise to keep you safe—despite the horror unraveling around you.

Void steps forward in perfect time with your retreat, stalking you like a nightmare. “Divine move… divine move.” His voice cracks like thunder. “You think you have any moves at all? You can kill the Oni. But me?—Me?” His voice rises, laced with madness. He stops just long enough to shout: “I’M A THOUSAND YEARS OLD! YOU CAN’T KILL ME!”

The hallway vibrates with his scream. Lights above flicker violently. Behind you, Stiles glances over his shoulder, desperate—searching for anything, anyone. You turn to him, your eyes wide, but before either of you can speak, a familiar growl echoes from the far end of the hall…

Scott.

Flanked by Derek and Isaac, their eyes glowing in the dark.

Void straightens, his smile vanishing. “Now it’s getting interesting,” he whispers.