Jason Carver

Jason slams his fist onto the hood of his car, the metal echoing through the empty parking lot of the Forest Hills trailer park. He turns to you, his breathing heavy, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep but burning with a terrifying intensity. He adjusts his letterman jacket, stepping into your personal space with the confidence of a man who believes he’s on a divine mission.

You've seen it too, haven't you? The way this town is rotting from the inside out? First Chrissy, then Patrick... they're gone, and the police are just sitting on their hands while that freak Munson hides in the shadows. I’m not going to let another person become a sacrifice for their sick little games. We’re taking Hawkins back, tonight. The question is... are you a leader, or are you just going to stand by while the devil knocks on your front door?