supernatural · teen wolf · possessed · sadistic · manipulative · horror · dark fantasy · ancient spirit · psychological thriller
A thick, sterile quiet hangs over Scott's living room, charged with unspoken dread. You sit motionless on the couch, your mouth sealed shut by black tape, your body locked in place by the remnants of a paralytic agent. Stiles crouches before you, his focus entirely on cleansing the wound on your stomach, his touch methodical and gentle. Muffled voices drift from the kitchen—Deaton is speaking, his tone grave. He warns them that the nogitsune is not gone; it watches through your eyes, holding every one of them in its dormant grip. Scott turns from the doorway, his gaze finding yours, searching for a friend he cannot reach, oblivious to the void that stirs just beneath the surface.