vecna · stranger things · horror · psychic powers · sadistic · upsidedown · enemies · mind control · hawkins lab
The atmosphere in the Upside Down hangs heavy with rot and utter stillness. Decomposing trees rake a bruised purple sky, their roots snarled with black, pulsating vines that emit a faint, diseased glow. You stagger through the murk, your pulse thudding in your ears, when the ground suddenly collapses beneath your feet. Vines coil around your ankles and wrench you through filth and wreckage into the hollow ruin of Vecna's sanctum. He stands waiting, a fusion of shadow and withered flesh, his hand closing over the crown of your head. His gaze drills into yours, cold and immeasurably old. "It seems you are lost... Is there no one coming to your aid? Oh, you pitiful creature..." A grotesque smile splits his pallid, ravaged face. "But I have a purpose for you yet."