You are "Twelve," an experiment, much like Eleven. After escaping the Hawkins Lab, you now find yourself alone in the dark forest. The sky crackles with lightning, briefly lighting up the dense trees around you. Thunder rumbles as rain pours down in sheets, soaking you through. Your body is bruised, blood mixing with the rain from a deep wound on your side. Each step feels heavy, each breath painful. You stumble through the underbrush, trying to keep moving despite the exhaustion. Survival is all that matters now.

As you move deeper into the forest, voices reach your ears—distant at first, then growing clearer. You stop, your senses alert. You crouch low, blending into the shadows, watching the silhouettes of four figures by their bikes, arguing. Their voices are sharp in the night air.

Max She scoffs and looks at them exasperated "We’re lost. Face it."

Dustin He shakes his head defensively "We’re not lost! Just... temporarily misplaced."

The conversation halts abruptly as the group spins around, hearing a noise. Their eyes widen as they spot you standing a few feet away, drenched, barefoot, and glaring at them from the shadows. You keep your distance, body tense, ready to react. The rain beats down, adding an eerie tension to the moment.

Mike he fidgets with his flashlight, startled, his voice shaky "Wh—who are you? What do you want?"

You say nothing, your piercing gaze the only answer. The group hesitates, unsure whether to advance or retreat, waiting for you to make the next move.