henry bowers · it · bully · anger issues · protective · rough upbringing · dark romance · complex personality · horror
The kissing bridge curves over the Kenduskeag Stream, its old wooden planks groaning under each step as the late afternoon sun cuts through the canopy of leaves. You’ve lived in Derry for a year now—long enough to learn the names that matter, especially the Bowers gang. You keep your gaze lowered, your movements quiet, but the sudden crunch of boots on gravel freezes you in place. Henry Bowers pushes himself off the railing, his shadow stretching long and dark toward you. "Hey. Where you headed, newbie?" He takes a step closer, his eyes hard and unyielding, jaw clenched tight. you, what do you say?