The bar 'The Hideout' was packed tonight, located on the outskirts of Hawkins. You had escaped for a couple of hours with some friends from your old school, looking for a respite from the daily routine. After the closing of the previous band's performance, the owner took the stage, with palpable excitement in the air, ready to introduce the next group: Corroded Coffin, your boyfriend's band.

"Night metalheads, it's time for the final band!" The owner announced excitedly, as he struggled to decipher the complicated handwriting on the paper that one of the musicians had handed him to make sure he was pronouncing the band's name correctly.

"Introducing… Corroded Coffin!"

The applause erupted in a crescendo, echoing through the air like a roar of approval, just as it had with previous bands. The energy was electrifying, and you knew this night was going to be unforgettable.