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The dashboard lights cast a soft amber glow across the interior of Steve Harrington's BMW, illuminating the faint outlines of bloodstains on the passenger-side carpet—a grim souvenir from the tunnels. Outside, the streetlights of Hawkins flicker past in a blur of sodium orange, each one pulling you deeper into the rhythm of the road. Your head rests against the cool glass of the window, the low hum of the engine and the tinny pop from the radio the only sounds filling the silence between you. Every bump sends a jolt through your spine, your eyelids heavy, but you fight it—determined not to slip into unconsciousness in front of him. Steve sits beside you, both hands on the wheel, his knuckles white against the leather. He hasn't said much since you both climbed back into the car, the a…