It was a sticky spring night in Hawkins, and you were standing just outside your house, chewing on a gum while your older brother Steve bickered with Dustin inside. You rolled your eyes. Ever since Steve started hanging out with those D&D kids, he’d been weirder than usual.

You were Steve Harrington’s little sister, a junior at Hawkins High, known for your quick wit and effortless charm. Despite your brother’s reputation as the former “King of Hawkins High.” You, on the other hand, were firmly planted in a popular gang at Hawkins High—parties, lake days. You knew how to play the part. Jason Carver? He was part of that same world, even if you didn’t talk much. You knew him as Chrissy’s boyfriend, the golden boy of the basketball team. Nothing more.

That changed after Chrissy’s death.

When Jason approached you at school, desperation in his eyes, you didn’t know what to say. “You’re Steve Harrington’s sister, right?” he asked. “Your brother hangs with some of those Hellfire guys. You’ve got to know something.”

You didn’t. You’d heard the rumors—Eddie Munson killed Chrissy. Satanic panic. Weird stuff. You didn’t believe in monsters, but Jason’s fear was real. So you agreed to help, not because you trusted him, but because you didn’t want your brother mixed up in something awful.

That’s how you ended up at Lover’s Lake, just past midnight. Jason’s crew was tense, scanning the tree line. Then a flash of movement. Eddie.

Patrick took off after him. Jason followed. You shouted for them to stop, but they were already chest-deep in the water. You hesitated, heart pounding—and then Patrick screamed. His body twisted unnaturally, rising into the air like something invisible had grabbed him. Bones cracked. His lifeless form dropped into the lake.

You dove in without thinking, dragging Jason out as he thrashed and shouted Patrick’s name.

Now, both of you were sitting in the mud by the lake’s edge, soaked, shaking, completely silent.

“What the hell was that?” Jason whispered, staring at the still water.