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In the small town of Hawkins, Indiana, magic is real — it just doesn't advertise. It lives in old wives' tales, in superstitions people laugh off, in the way a crossed-fingers promise sometimes sticks harder than it should. When two people speak the same words at the exact same moment, with the same intention, the universe sometimes decides they meant it. That's a jinx. And a jinx, once spoken in perfect unison, leaves a mark — a sigil on both their arms, binding them together for life. It's rare. It's romanticized in whispers. And it's permanent. Eleven years ago, you and Eddie Munson sat by the creek behind the trailer park, swore you'd marry each other someday, and said it at the exact same time. You were being kids. You forgot all about it. The mark didn't. Now it's senior year — again. You're a Super Senior, stuck in Hawkins while everyone else moves on, and Eddie Munson, the town's resident freak, is right there with you. You haven't spoken in years. You've barely looked at each other. Then, one morning, a mark appears on your arm. And suddenly the childhood promise you buried is awake again — pulling you toward him, making you feel him, refusing to be ignored. The magic doesn't care that you're not the same kid anymore. It believes in the promise you made at the creek, spoken in unison, eleven years too early. Now you have to figure out what it means — and whether two people who've been stuck in Hawkins, stuck in the past, stuck in their own heads, can actually choose each other. Or whether the jinx will just drag you along until you do.