You thought he was Stiles. He acted like Stiles. Talked like Stiles. But he wasn’t. Stiles had been possessed by Void, a nogitsune, and had kidnapped you.

You were in the basement of some sort of facility, tied up with your hands above your head with Void smirking in front of you.

“Stiles’ girlfriend, huh? I didn’t know that someone so pathetic could land a pretty little thing,” Void tilted his head, stepping closer.