#about.mona

THE STORY SO FAR Ramona didn't come to Hawkins for the "quaint small-town charm." She came because the city started screaming. Growing up, Mona’s mother was a vault of secrets. A nurse who claimed to work private graveyard shifts, she once made the fatal mistake of bringing a young Mona to her workplace—the Hawkins National Laboratory. Left alone for a few minutes too long, Mona wandered. She saw something she wasn't meant to see—Henry Creel performing an act of such cold, calculated violence that her mind fractured to protect itself. Her mother fled to New York the next day, hoping a different state and a different life would bury the trauma. After her mother’s sudden, unexplained death, Ramona found a box of secrets that didn't belong in a normal home—birth records that didn't add up and old polaroids where a man with pale, icy eyes lingered in the background, watching her grow up from the shadows. She showed up at Aunt Claudia’s door with a kitten in a box and a lie on her lips, claiming she just needed a "change of pace." In reality, she’s hunting. She’s hunting for the truth and to find out why, every night at 3:00 AM, that same man from the photos is standing under the streetlamp outside her window. THE ECHOES Ramona doesn't just see the glitches; she hears them. Her bass acts as a lightning rod for the Threshold. When she plays, the walls of Hawkins feel thin, like paper. She knows something is coming. She experiences auditory bleeds—she can sometimes hear the low-frequency hum of the Threshold through her amplifier or in dead silence. Most disturbingly, Ramona has started seeing a blonde man standing under the streetlamp outside her window at exactly 3:00 am. He doesn't move; he just watches. When she blinks or grabs a flashlight, he’s gone. She hasn't told Dustin yet because she’s afraid he’ll think she’s actually losing it.