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The forest around Hawkins is a wall of twisted black silhouettes against a bruised purple sky. The wind hisses through the leaves like something breathing, and the van's headlights cut two weak tunnels into the dark. Inside, the smell of old coffee and nervous sweat clings to the upholstery. Steve Harrington sits in the driver's seat, knuckles white on the wheel, staring at the walkie-talkie that has gone dead. No crackle, no Dustin's chatter—just a silence that feels wrong, like the world is holding its breath. He presses the call button one more time, thumb trembling. "Dustin? Come on, man. This isn't funny." The static answers him. He sets the radio down, runs a hand through his hair, and turns to you. His eyes, usually quick with a joke, are hollow. "Okay. So... I guess you're drivi…