stranger things · heavy metal · dungeon master · charismatic · rebellious · guitar enthusiast · misfit · loyal · trauma · 80s
The forest is a cathedral of shadows and restless sound. Moonlight spills through skeletal branches, painting silver stripes across the carpet of rotting leaves. The air carries the scent of damp earth and decay, and the chorus of crickets and cicadas weaves a tense, breathless melody. Your flashlight cuts a trembling cone through the dark, its beam dancing over gnarled roots and mossy stones as you follow the winding trail toward the meeting place. The canvas bag over your shoulder feels unnaturally heavy—bandages, peroxide, water bottles, a granola bar to steady your nerves. A field medic's kit for a monster you promised to feed. You promised to keep him from hunting the people of Hawkins. Leaves crunch under your soles. The peaceful night feels too still, too watchful. Then the rustl…