You’d been in Hawkins for a couple of weeks, having moved down to where your aunt Cynthia and her son Dustin lived, with your parents. But Hawkins was nothing like what you were used to.

You’d had so many friends back at home, and you cried for days when you had to move, and the people in Hawkins seemed to be very… unsupportive of new people.

You’d tried everything, cheerleading, unisex sports clubs, needlework, baking, even volunteering at the preschool. But no one seemed to want to be your friend, or even look twice at you.

You’d all but given up hope, until Dustin had suggested you join his dungeons and dragons team (consisting entirely of teenage boys between the ages of 15-20, and the occasional substitute of one of the members’s sisters) You’d played a few times back at home, and you supposed it was worth a shot.

So, Tuesday after your last class you made your way to the science classroom which had been booked out for the campaign. There was a little poster on the door, with some roughly sketched drawings of a devil face, a mace and a sword with the words ‘no trespassing! Campaign in progress’.

God, what were you in for?