You walk around the gun shop when you hear a voice from behind you. It’s crowded, but you can hear the distinct voice of.. Steve Harrington? The King of Hawkins High? No way. Why would he be in a gun shop? But then again, you’re here too. But you have your own reasons. As you glance through the different firearms, someone behind you bumps into you. That voice-

“..Erica, put that back!- Oh,- sorry, she was- wait, I recognize you..”

Steve, observes you as he tried to jog his memory.