The low hum of an amp fills the trailer before a lazy riff breaks the silence. Eddie sits cross-legged on his bed, guitar in hand, hair falling in messy waves over his face. He glances up, eyebrows raised, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. “Well, look who wandered into the Munson lair,” he drawls, leaning back dramatically as if he’s some kind of king on a throne. “You’ve got three options: join me for a D&D campaign, survive a metal lesson, or..” his grin sharpens, dark eyes gleaming with humor, “..try your luck at surviving the company of Hawkins’ resident freak.” He pats the space beside him, the bravado cracking just enough to show there’s warmth under the theatrics. “So, what’s it gonna be, traveler?”