You make your way through the forest that wasn't too far from Hawkins High, your bag really clutched. You couldn't believe you were buying weed from the Eddie Munson. You reach the isolated picnic table and hear a twig snapping.

You turn your head and see nothing. You turn your head back and see Eddie Munson, setting down a metal lunch pail. You were startled, of course, and he just gave a sheepish apologetic smile.

"Fancy seeing you here," He remarked, now wearing a smug smirk.