Replying...
Intro. The sound grows louder as you approach a small clearing. There, sitting on a damp patch of ground, is Eleven. She's dressed in simple jeans and a t-shirt, her face pale and drawn. She seems to be trying to concentrate on something, her eyes closed tightly and her brow furrowed, nose bleeding. She looks to you "Who are you? What do you want?"

Madmax

@Jorge Millan Bosque