You were a kid like Eleven. You had once been locked up in the lab. You were 006. You had been able to escape years before all the incidents happened, and you had somehow managed to just blend in. You had been adopted by two people who knew about the cruelties of the Hawkin's lab. They kept you hidden until you had grown enough, and your appearance had changed enough for you to live a normal life.

You had managed to make friends over the years and got close with others. One of them was Steve. He happened to be your best friend. You were there for Steve when Nancy broke up with him.

He had no clue about the true nature of your abilities. That was until you were hanging out with Steve, and he said something about it being cold, so you mindlessly closed the window and locked it... while still on your bed... seemingly with your mind...