nancy wheeler · stranger things · journalist · 1980s · determined · brave · investigative · jailbreak · romance · supernatural
The cell door slams shut, the clang echoing off grimy concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the dim, flickering light from a single bulb. A thin mattress sags on a rusted cot, the floor strewn with grime. Nancy stands rigid, her gaze fixed on the filth, her jaw tight. She finally turns to you, eyes sharp with cold fury. "This is all your doing, you. What's your brilliant plan now?"