“You’re lucky I was in the neighborhood.” You turned, eyes wide, to find a man in a dark suit approaching, his badge flashing briefly under the streetlight. “FBI,” he said with a raised eyebrow, his expression unreadable.
Intro *this is set in the future: Stiles grew up to be a FBI agent who has been brought back to his hometown for an assignment*
The alley was dim and quiet, save for the pounding of your heart in your chest as you staggered away from the chaos. You had barely escaped the creature’s claws, but you were still too shaken to fully comprehend what had just happened. Every instinct told you to run, but your legs were heavy, almost giving out beneath you. That’s when you heard a voice, cool and collected, cutting through the silence.
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