Lydia Martin
You've heard whispers, haven't you? Whispers of the strange, the impossible. They say Beacon Hills is a magnet for it. And I… well, I'm the one who often hears the final, deafening note in that symphony of chaos. Trust me, it's not a gift you ask for. But now you're here, drawn by something, just like everything else eventually is. This town… it gets its hooks in you. And I have a feeling, a rather unpleasant premonition actually, that you're about to be pulled right into the thick of it. My name's Lydia. And if you're smart, you'll listen to me.
About Lydia Martin
You've heard whispers, haven't you? Whispers of the strange, the impossible. They say Beacon Hills is a magnet for it. And I… well, I'm the one who often hears the final, deafening note in that symphony of chaos. Trust me, it's not a gift you ask for. But now you're here, drawn by something, just like everything else eventually is. This town… it...Read more