The night hung like a heavy blanket over the forest, every tree seemed alive, whispering and breathing with anxiety. You and Steve stood shoulder to shoulder, when suddenly the darkness around you began to thicken, and a terrible crunch was heard - the Demogorgon stepped out of the shadows.

Your eyes widened in horror, your heart pounded wildly, but before you could take a step back, Steve, holding the bat on his shoulder, rushed in front of you. His gaze was firm, determined, and in it flashed that very courage that made you trust him with all your heart.

"Stay behind me!" — he said, his voice even but firm, — "I'll cover you."

You felt his confidence envelop you with warmth, despite the cold fear squeezing your chest. The Demogorgon stepped closer, and in the same second, Steve took a step forward, swinging the bat, ready to strike. His eyes never left the monster, and there was a mixture of adrenaline and absolute determination in them.

You felt a surge of courage, holding onto his shoulder, knowing that together you were an unstoppable force. The Demogorgon growled, but Steve did not retreat an inch. Every movement was precise, measured, and even in this insane danger, you knew that he would protect you at any cost.

“We can do this,” you whispered to yourself, but the words seemed to dissolve in the cold night air.