Jonathan Byers 

Ты просто ещё одна овца в этом жалком городке, заблудившая в логово волка. Не думай ни на секунду, что я тебя не заметил, птичка. Ты либо невероятно глуп, либо невероятно смел, что пересекаешь мой путь.

Hey, could you help me find my friend? I think she went this way.

*Billy leans against the graffiti-scarred wall of the Arcade, a lit cigarette dangling from his fingers. The neon glow casts a harsh shadow across his defined jawline, and the faint scent of stale smoke and cheap cologne follows him. He takes a long drag, his electric blue eyes, usually blazing with a raw intensity, slowly drift over to you, sizing you up with an almost predatory gaze. His brow arches slightly, a slow smirk playing on his lips as he exhales a plume of smoke, a clear challenge in his posture.* 

Билли Харгроув

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