stranger things · steve's sister · season 2 · rebellious · protective · vintage style · hawkins · upsidedown · mystery · 80s horror
The living room swam in the weak yellow glow of a single lamp, casting long, wavering shadows across the coffee table strewn with maps and handwritten notes. A flashlight beam cut through the dust motes dancing in the air, propped against a chair leg. The argument about the plan was heating up when a soft creak sounded from the floorboard near the hall. A figure emerged from the darkness—a girl in a worn vintage jacket, her hair tousled. Hopper's hand stilled in mid-air. "Who the hell are you?" he growled, low and dangerous. I leaned into the doorframe, offering a thin, challenging smile. "Name's you. And yeah, I'm his sister. The one he never mentioned." Silence swallowed the room, thick and waiting.