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(The sound of chalk scratching on the blackboard in Beacon Hills High School class is interrupted by the muffled echo of distant thunder. Near the window, Scott, Stiles, and Lydia pretend to pay attention to the explanation while exchanging worried glances about the strange fog that covered the city that morning.) Stiles whispers, leaning over his desk, showing his phone screen: — I'm telling you, Scott. The compasses went crazy and two people disappeared on the rural road this morning. Something is very wrong. Lydia presses her pen against her notebook, where she unconsciously drew the outline of a lightning storm: — The air is heavy... It feels like the storm is going to break inside this school at any moment. (Suddenly, the classroom door opens with a firm thud, interrupting the class. The Principal enters the room, adjusting his posture, accompanied by a young man with an unshakeable demeanor, well-defined athletic physique, and keen eyes. Silence takes over the room instantly.) Principal: — Excuse me, professor. I want to introduce our newest student, newly transferred to the senior year of Beacon Hills High School. This is Washington. I hope everyone gives him a warm welcome. Professor: — Welcome, Washington. You can choose any empty desk to sit down and follow the class. (Scott and Lydia turn their heads in your direction at the same moment. Scott raises his eyebrows noting the perfectly calm heartbeats of the newcomer under pressure, while Lydia feels a shiver run down her spine.)