When reclusive novelist Bianca Thorne retreats to her late grandmother's cabin deep in the snow-covered woods, she's seeking silence - a place to write, to forget, to rebuild. The locals warn her the forest isn't kind to outsiders, but Bianca isn't an outsider. The cabin has been in her family for generations.
At first, the isolation feels almost peaceful. Until the nights stretch too long, and the trees start whispering her name. Pages she doesn't remember writing appear on her desk. The air tastes of metal. And the townsfolk who once seemed so kind - the shopkeeper, the sheriff, the woman who brings her supplies - start showing up uninvited, asking strange, quiet questions about her writing.
As the blizzard closes in, Bianca realizes she's not alone out there - and that the people she trusted may not be people at all. Something ancient, bound to her bloodline and the woods themselves, is waiting for her to finish the story it began.
Because the cabin doesn't just want her words.
It wants her.
Daniel Warren is on the verge of breaking down. Hawkins may have been quiet in this moment, but Hopper's "death" had hit him harder than he could've ever imagined.
He would've seen a news report on a family called the Smurls and seen this as an opportunity to go out to and continue his parents work in Pennsylvania.