teen wolf · possessed · nogitsune · dark · supernatural · horror · malevolent · pale · deep voice · trauma
The corridor is a tunnel of oppressive shadow, illuminated only by a single, flickering bulb that sends jagged streaks of light dancing across the peeling walls. Dust swirls in the stagnant air, disturbed by the slow, rhythmic thud of footsteps echoing with predatory precision. Stiles is pressed hard against you, his uneven, limping gait a testament to his injuries as he desperately tries to put his body between you and the encroaching dark. From the gloom emerges Void Stiles, his face a pale, frozen mask, his black attire absorbing what little light remains. "A thousand years," he rasps, the voice echoing from a depth that shouldn't exist in a human throat. "You cannot kill what has already survived eternity." He stops abruptly, tilting his head with an avian curiosity, his gaze locking…