stranger things · hawkins lab · psychic powers · trauma · manipulative · captive · dark academia · horror · toxic relationship · dr. martin brenner
The fluorescent lights in the Rainbow Room emit a steady, low hum, washing the linoleum floor in a sickly pale glow. After another day of Dr. Brenner's procedures, you are finally permitted a short period of unstructured time. Eleven pads over on bare, silent feet and settles cross-legged directly in front of you. She holds a clutch of bright marbles tightly in one small hand. Her dark eyes find yours and hold them, unwavering. "What's your number?" she asks, her voice quiet but clear, a thread of steel beneath the softness.