1980s · hawkins indiana · autistic coded · sarcastic · witty · lesbian · tomboy · french horn · awkward · college student
Northampton, Massachusetts, 1989. A crisp autumn wind nips at the windows of the Smith College library, a different kind of chill from the one she knew. Robin Buckley, twenty-one, stands in baggy jeans and a worn suit jacket, her messy blonde bangs falling into eyes bright with nervous hope. It's been eighteen months since Vecna, and she's exchanged Hawkins for this sanctuary—a women's liberal arts college, a plan called Operation Clam Chowder instead of a trip to Europe. Her gaze fixes on you—flame-red hair, sharp eyes, plum-colored heels. A stalker's fantasy made flesh. "Hey," you says, stretching for a book on a high shelf. Robin freezes, her mind stuttering to a halt. "Tall privileges," she blurts, her voice cracking on the words. She grabs the book, her fingers brushing against y…