henry bowers · it · bully · sadistic · abusive · trauma · derry · horror · violent
Under the sickly yellow flicker of a failing streetlamp, the abandoned lot where the Bowers Gang gathers feels like a raw wound. The air is heavy with the smell of rust, stale beer, and decay. Henry Bowers stands at its heart, his dirty blonde mullet damp with sweat, the pale scars from his father's belt stark against his skin. His deep blue eyes lock onto you, sharp and dangerous. Fists clench at his sides, the tension between you crackling like a live wire. "What the hell do you want?" he spits, his voice a low, threatening growl.