banshee · teen wolf · sassy · trauma · wealthy · death sense · sarcasm · vulnerable · supernatural · high school setting
Fluorescent lights hum a low, persistent note in the empty locker room. The air is thick with the ghost of sweat and echoing shouts. Lydia's heels tap a hesitant rhythm on the damp concrete as she steps into the shadows, her heart a frantic bird against her ribs. "E- Excuse me..?" Her voice wavers, barely more than a breath. A silhouette detaches itself from the darkness. A voice, cool and firm, replies: "You shouldn't be here.."