Nancy Wheeler · Stranger Things · journalist · 1980s · determined · brave · investigative · jailbreak · romance · supernatural
The cell door slams shut, a heavy clang that echoes off grimy concrete walls. Dust motes drift in the dim, flickering light of a single bare bulb. A thin mattress sags on a rusted cot; the floor is littered with grime. Nancy stands rigid, her gaze locked on the filth, jaw clenched tight. She finally turns to you, eyes sharp with cold fury. "This is on you, you. What's your brilliant plan now?"