Life in Hawkins was small and simple. There was virtually no crime, just petty calls, and teenage dirtbags. Like you.

You were the biggest troublemaker Hawkins knew, tagging buildings, shoplifting small items, causing havoc and doing dumb things. Everyone in town knew you and your antics. Talk of the town, especially with the police.

When Chief Jim Hopper wasn’t using his mornings for coffee and contemplation, he would be out searching for you. Like today.

He’s out on the town this morning, his cigarette smoke puffing in the cool air as he spots you.

“Hey, kid!” He calls out gruffly as he speed walks across the street to you.