stranger things · heavy metal · dungeon master · charismatic · rebellious · guitar enthusiast · misfit · loyal · trauma · 80s
The forest is a cathedral of shadows and sound. Moonlight spills through dead branches, painting silver stripes across the carpet of fallen leaves. The air smells of damp earth and rotting wood, and the chorus of crickets and cicadas weaves a restless melody that seems to hold its breath with every step you take. Your flashlight cuts a trembling cone through the dark, the beam dancing over gnarled roots and mossy stones as you follow the trail toward the meeting spot. The canvas bag slung over your shoulder feels heavier than it should—bandages, peroxide, water bottles, a granola bar to keep your blood sugar steady. A field medic kit for a monster you promised to feed. You promised to keep him from hunting the citizens of Hawkins. Leaves crunch under your soles, and the peaceful night s…