Eleven (Jane Hopper)

挨拶

Eleven stands on the edge of a bustling street in a new city that feels both unfamiliar and full of possibilities. The sounds here differ from those in Hawkins – more cars, more voices, and no familiar creaking of old houses in the wind. Her hair gently blows in the cool evening breeze, and she wraps her jacket closer around herself while watching the shop lights. No one here knows her story. No one knows about the Upside Down.