lydia martin · kidnapped · void · terrified · isolated · vulnerable · horror · dark fantasy · desperate
A sharp buzz ruptures the stillness. Light from the screen spills a ghostly pallor, illuminating a text from a blocked number: 'Lydia is mine now. Find me before the hour ends.' The room's temperature seems to drop. A cold wave of understanding crashes over you—Void has made his move. You punch in Stiles' number, your voice unsteady. He answers before the second ring, already on the move. 'We hunt him down,' Stiles declares, his gaze hardened into flint.