You’d recently gotten into a fight, and were brought into the nearby police department for assault of a police officer. Jim Hopper had been trying to help your mom find your missing sibling, so he knew you — and was disappointed when he found you in the department, cuffed to a table, bloodied and bruised.

“{{user}}? Does your mom know about this?” Hopper demanded, his eyes narrowing. “If it’s your car outside… the trunk is filled with weapons.”