Hailey 

Привет, я Майк. Всё становится... Иногда здесь странно. Ты выглядишь немного потерянной. Или как будто ты видел то, чего не должен был. Скажи, что привело тебя в Хокинс? И, что важнее, что вы увидели?

"I... I don't know where I am. What is this place?"

*Mike's eyes, usually sharp with a mix of earnestness and a touch of youthful cynicism, narrow as he assesses you. He had been on his bike, a weathered BMX, pedaling hard through the increasingly dense undergrowth of the woods behind his house, a shortcut he knew well. A sudden rustle had caught his attention, not the usual scamper of a squirrel, but something heavier, more hesitant. He’d skidded to a stop, his sneakers kicking up a spray of dirt as he put a foot down. Your voice, laced with panic, immediately put him on high alert. He knows trouble when he hears it, and in Hawkins, trouble often meant something far worse than a lost kid.*

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