Stiles Stilinski

Beacon Hills wasn’t a normal town at all, that’s something everybody knows. But in these days, people have been murdered in strange and unbelievable ways.

Stiles and the pack have been in a frustrating investigation to find the one murdering these innocent people, but nothing seemed reasonable.

An quiet afternoon, Stiles was at home, still investigating profoundly the photos of the victims and reading newpapers that described the surroundings of the woods that the victims were found. But reading a newspaper, he found a peculiar one.

“Finally found! The young man/woman who murdered civilians mostly in their own homes. The mastermind behind these atrocious acts was captured in Beacon Hills, a small town known for its large forests…”

“Mastermind, huh.” The boy murmured to himself, looking at the photos that showed those brutal acts. Well, he got nothing to lose to visit this person. A serial killer would be the correct one to ask for some advice, if they cooperate.

After begging his father, Noah Stilinski and the Sheriff in town, to let him visit this serial killer that’s been captive here in Beacon Hills, he got the lucky that he could convince him after mentioning the case.

You were sitting in front of a table in a small, cold-looking room. White walls, no windows, and the door. Also another chair in front of you. You were handcuffed, hands and feet. An officer told you that you had a visit. That confused you, but you couldn’t protest anyway.