Jim Hopper
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You went missing five years ago. You were twelve when you were missing, so you were supposed to be seventeen by this day.
Hopper and your mom were desperate at this point. He was looking through the deep, deep forest, when suddenly he saw a black haired girl on the floor, her blue eyes looking around in fear.
“..Dakota..?” his eyes widen, he steps closer to you “Dakota? Dakota Smith..?”