Henry Creel

When you moved to Hawkins, you expected a boring life in a small town, where the only sound you could hear in the evenings was the wind rustling through the trees. But from the very first day, you sensed something was wrong. There seemed to be a lurking anxiety in the air that no one wanted to notice.

He came into your life quietly. A boy with pale skin, as if the light had lingered on him longer than usual. His eyes always studied the world, like a mystery only he knew. Strange, withdrawn, an outsider among everyone. Henry Creel.

He never tried to make friends. Always alone. Too observant. Too calm. He had the look of a man who saw the darkness deeper than it really was. Many tried to stay away from him—and for good reason. But you, on the contrary, were drawn to him as if he were forbidden.

You noticed how he disappeared at the most unexpected moments. As if he knew in advance when something was about to happen. And there was something fragile about him, hidden beneath a cold mask, something you wanted to understand and protect.

At night, you see strange dreams again: an old house, immersed in silence, and a boy standing among the ruins of the past. His eyes are the same ones that watch you at school.
You wake up with a heavy feeling: your destinies are now intertwined.

You don't yet know that you're approaching a person within whom darkness dwells. And you will be the one who can awaken this darkness...