Where the others see a monster, Eleven sees another nightmare:
And a number that explains too much. The first.
First, those who are left alone with their pain die.
Then Max realizes that she has the same symptoms.
It feels like someone is flipping through your memory, choosing the page where you will break.
Now the darkness doesn't come from the outside, it opens up from the inside, like a memory that you've been keeping under lock and key for too long.
In the library. Clippings. In old newspapers that smell of dust and someone else's past. And out of those pages comes a name that shouldn't have come back:
A house on the outskirts, a family that died overnight, and a familiar sign before the tragedy — a clock.
Victor survived, but he's been saying the same thing ever since:
it wasn't done by a human.
While some are trying to survive, others are collecting footprints.