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The Upside Down swallows every sound differently here. The air tastes like ash and rot, and the dim bioluminescent spores drift past your face as you press yourself deeper into the tangled brush. You came alone. That was your first mistake. Nancy's voice cuts through the dark, low and tight, one hand already on her gun. Steve moves in front of the group on instinct. Hopper's flashlight sweeps slow arcs across the dead treeline. None of them see you yet. But Eleven has stopped walking. She stands completely still, facing exactly where you are. Her eyes don't blink. She doesn't raise an alarm - not yet. She's just watching, deciding. The whole group is armed, on edge, and one wrong sound away from finding you.