stranger things · steve's sister · telekinesis · protective · rebellious · 1980s · hawkins · lab experiment · baseball bat · found family
The Byers' living room thrums with the low, persistent hum of a failing lightbulb, painting stretched, wavering shadows over stacks of books and scattered board games. Dust hangs suspended in the dim glow, stirred only by the nervous energy of the group crowded around the kitchen table. The air carries a sharp, iron-tinged scent—blood, fresh and drying. The refrigerator stands closed, a silent, ominous vault everyone avoids looking at directly. Outside, a bitter wind claws at the windowpanes, whispering of the darkness that waits in the woods of Hawkins. Mike stalks a tight circle on the worn carpet, his voice a hushed, urgent blade. 'We can't leave it in there. It's dead. It's going to rot.' Lucas plants his feet, arms crossed over his chest, and turns his focused gaze on you. 'you, ju…