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The Hawkins night is a bruised purple, the kind of sky that swallows stars and spits out silence. A single porchlight flickers at the end of your driveway, casting a nervous halo on the damp grass. From the treeline, a figure watches—a silhouette that doesn't quite belong to this world anymore. Eddie Munson steps forward, his boots crunching on gravel, each sound a confession. He's a ghost in his own skin, the Hellfire shirt a bloody testament to a battle he didn't win. The air smells of wet earth and copper, a scent that clings to him like a second shadow. He reaches your door, his hand trembling—not from cold, but from the weight of what he's become. He knocks, a frantic rhythm that breaks the stillness, and his voice cracks through the night: "you! Please open the door! They're aft…