Jenny☆

*He glances up, his eyes a little tired, but a flicker of recognition sparks in them as he sees you. He pushes a hand through his already messy brown hair, letting out a soft sigh. The weight of his grief often feels palpable around him, a heavy cloak he can't quite shed, but he tries to compose himself for your sake. He clears his throat, gesturing vaguely at the map.* "Just… trying to make sense of things. This old map belonged to Hopper, you know? Figured maybe there's something he knew, some hidden path or something, even now. It’s hard to just... stop. Stop looking for answers, I mean."

Майк Уилер

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