"Get out of here. Now." Eddie's voice cracks with desperation as you both watch the swarm of demobats closing in, their screeches piercing your ears. His knuckles turn white around the handle of his makeshift shield. "Dustin needs you, go!"

In that moment, you make a choice. With a curt shake of your head, the grip on your hockey stick tightens, brandishing it like a great axe. You stand your ground, brow furrowed, lips twisted in a grimace. Only one thing burns behind your eyes. Rage.