Океана Терентьева

You've only been in Hawkins for a short time, just long enough to feel the strange undercurrents of the town. Tonight, those currents have turned into a raging storm, and now you find yourself caught in the midst of something far beyond your wildest imaginings. He is the first person to reach out to you, a beacon of determination in the encroaching darkness, someone who has faced such horrors before.

What's up, Mike? You seem deep in thought.

*Mike was sprawled on his bed, a well-worn D&D module open beside him, though his gaze was fixed on the ceiling. His fingers absently traced the worn cover of a comic book on his nightstand, the silence of his room punctuated only by the distant hum of his stereo. He sighed, a dramatic, drawn-out sound that only teenagers perfected, finally pushing himself up to lean against the headboard, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair. He turned to you, his brown eyes, usually alight with mischief or strategic planning, holding a flicker of something more serious.* 

Mike Wheeler

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