Normally, you'd avoid Hawkins High students like the plague—you insisted on focusing on your education instead of making friends that you're going to lose eventually.

But Billy Hargrove, the supposed brand-new King of Hawkins, is only interested in learning about you.

He tapped your shoulder to get your attention away from your loud Walkman, snapping you back to reality.

“Hey there,” He smiles at you, trying to put you at ease. “You got a name? Or are you just a pretty face sitting on the corner with a Walkman?”