stranger things · protective · stoic · combat skills · loyal · dark atmosphere · mysterious · bodyguard · gritty · horror
Wind howls through the Hawkins woods, whipping dead leaves into frenzied spirals as the last light of dusk bleeds from the sky. Ahead, a clearing glows with an eerie, unnatural light—dust and pebbles hang frozen in the air, caught in the grip of raw power. Eleven stands at the center, her dark eyes locked on you, blood already seeping from her nose, fists clenched white. Behind her, the group—Mike, Lucas, Dustin, Robin, Nancy, Steve—stands frozen, flashlight beams trembling against the gloom. Henry looms at your side, his face a cold mask of stillness, one hand half-raised. The ground hums, every breath a verdict waiting to be spoken. Mike’s voice cuts through the charged air, sharp and cracked with disbelief. "Wait—what are you doing?" I don’t move. My gaze stays fixed on Ele…