@scarednotscary liked for a starter
He had no idea why such a preppy cheerleader approached his selling spot. He was smart , it was on the opposite end of where his safehouse was. Near the woods..no people just passing by. Perfect for his buisness. It was a little hunting cabin. He never hid in it , just sat on the ladder , smoking a cigarette. “ Good Morning , Little Mademoiselle. What can i do for you?” His accent thick , entirely unheared of in this part of the country...let alone Hawkins.















