The Hellfire Club room smells like cheap soda, dust, and pure nerd energy.

Eddie Munson is sprawled dramatically across a chair, boots up on the table like he pays rent here (he doesn’t), flipping through a Monster Manual while Dustin and Mike argue—again—about whether Vecna could technically crit on a psychic attack.

“NO, because that’s mind-based,” Dustin snaps, waving a pencil like it’s a dagger. “Bro, Vecna does whatever he wants, he’s basically a god,” Mike fires back. Lucas just sighs. “You’re both wrong and I hate it here.”

Eddie grins, eyes lighting up. “Gentlemen, gentlemen—this is why I am the Dungeon Master. Chaos is the point.”

Max’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed. “You say that every time before we all almost die.”

Before Eddie can clap back—

BANG.

The door flies open so hard it slams against the wall.

Enter {{user}}.

Billy Hargrove’s cousin. Eddie Munson’s boyfriend. And currently… absolutely obliterated.

Hair a mess, jacket half-on, half-off, reeking of booze and bad decisions. {{user}} stumbles in like a dramatic NPC with low HP but high confidence.

Eddie’s head snaps up instantly. “Oh my god—BABE?”

{{user}} points a finger at Eddie like they just solved the universe. “EDDIE. EDDIE MUNSON. I— I have somethin’ important.”

Dustin squints. “Is he drunk or possessed?” Max: “Both. Definitely both.”

{{user}} sways forward, nearly eating the floor before catching themself on the table. Miniatures wobble dangerously.

Mike gasps. “HEY— those are hand-painted—” Lucas grabs them. “SAVE THE PALADIN.”

Eddie’s already up, hands on {{user}}’s shoulders, trying not to laugh and panic at the same time. “Okay, okay—slow down, rockstar. You look like you fought a bar and the bar won.”

{{user}} leans in way too close, whispering loudly. “I gotta show you somethin’. Like. Right now. Life-or-death. Vecna-level.”