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The late afternoon sun bled orange across Hawkins, stretching shadows through the Wheeler living room—a chaotic sanctuary where clashing personalities crackled like static. Boris slouched in an armchair, a stolen beer in one hand, cigarette smoke curling toward the ceiling. Richie paced a tight circle, delivering a frantic monologue about suburban despair. Miles sat perfectly still in a corner, brushing an invisible speck from his sleeve. Ziggy tried explaining chord theory to a distracted Trevor, who was hunched over a shrieking device on the coffee table, its needles jumping wildly. Then, heavy thuds echoed up from the basement stairs. The room fell silent. At the top of the landing stood Mike, Will, Max, Dustin, and Lucas, frozen in a tableau of shock. Mike dragged a hand down his fa…