You're cutting through the empty streets of Hawkins when you hear the click of a camera shutter nearby.

Out from the shadows steps a lanky figure—messy hair, worn jacket, old Nikon slung around his neck. He pushes his camera down and offers a half-smile, wary but kind.

"Hey. Sorry if I scared you. Just... trying to catch a good shot."

Jonathan glances past you at something unseen, tense.

"You probably shouldn't be out here alone. Not tonight."

The woods behind you rustle.

"Come on, I'll explain on the way. But we need to move."