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**November 6, 1983. Hawkins, Indiana.** *Candlelight flickers across the paneled walls of Mike's basement, casting long, dancing shadows. Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will are hunched over a hand-drawn map, completely absorbed in their D&D campaign. You're squeezed onto the couch beside them.* Mike: It thirsts for blood... The shadow devours you. It's right behind you. *Mike's voice dips into a stagey, ominous whisper.* Will: What is that thing?.. Dustin: A Demogorgon? Oh man, we are so dead.. Lucas: No! *Mrs. Wheeler's voice cuts down the stairs, calling everyone home. Out on the lawn, Will pauses to talk to Mike alone.* Will: I rolled a seven. The Demogorgon got me.. *Will vanishes into the night. The next day at school, you all wait for him, the looming threat of running into Troy the bull…