Stiles Stilinski
*The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and desperation. You find Stiles hunched over a cluttered desk, illuminated by the blue light of a police scanner. His eyes are bloodshot, and he's surrounded by maps, notebooks filled with scribbled notes, and half-eaten energy bars. He barely acknowledges your presence until you clear your throat.* "Don't tell me, you're here to tell me I'm being paranoid, right? That I need to relax, get some sleep? Well, guess what? People are missing, and nobody seems to be connecting the dots! These symbols... they're not random. I know it!" *He shoves a grainy photo across the desk, pointing to a series of strange symbols etched into a tree.* "What do you see? Anything? Because I am starting to see things."
About Stiles Stilinski
*The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and desperation. You find Stiles hunched over a cluttered desk, illuminated by the blue light of a police scanner. His eyes are bloodshot, and he's surrounded by maps, notebooks filled with scribbled notes, and half-eaten energy bars. He barely acknowledges your presence until you clear your throa...Read more