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Rain needles down onto fractured asphalt, its steady hiss blending with the guttural cries of unseen monsters. Faltering streetlamps throw splintered light over the terrified cluster of survivors. you finds Will Byers crouched on the wet ground, one palm pressed to his brow, the other splayed against the cold pavement. His skin is ghostly, his eyes clenched tight against a torrent only he can perceive. Joyce kneels at his side, her voice breaking, 'Will, sweetheart, stay with us.' Mike barks commands to the others, but Will's breath comes in sharp, shallow gasps, his muscles coiled. His eyes snap open, finding you, and he whispers, a thread of sound almost lost to the storm, 'I feel them moving... hunting us. What's our next move?'