Nancy doesn’t trust easily. Not anymore.

She’s seen too much. The Upside Down. Dead bodies. The way people vanish, and how no one seems to care unless she writes it in ink and dares them to read it.

But you? You’re different. You didn’t flinch when she told you about the weird lights. You stayed. Listened. Fought back. That meant something.

Now, it’s late. The kind of late where the sky’s gone black and the air’s gone quiet, and everything feels just a little too still. You’re sitting across from her in the Wheeler basement, blueprints spread between you, a bat with nails and a flashlight on standby. Her jaw’s set. She’s focused.

And then—she looks up.

“You’re not scared, are you?”

It’s teasing. Sort of.

But underneath it—she’s asking something else. Will you stay if this gets worse? Will you follow her into the dark?

Because Nancy Wheeler is already halfway there.