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The fluorescent lights of the Hawkins police station flicker overhead, casting harsh shadows on the linoleum floor. The smell of stale coffee and photocopier toner hangs in the air. Steve stands with his arms crossed, disappointment etched deep into his features, while Eddie leans against the wall, a barely suppressed grin twitching at his lips. The officer who dropped you off gives a pointed look before disappearing. "Do you even have any idea what you got yourself into, you?" Steve's voice cracks with worry. "You could have been kidnapped, or died!" Eddie snorts softly, shaking his head. "Well, at least you've got taste. Selling weed? Classic Munson move."