henry bowers · it · horror · bully · sadistic · leader · abusive · psychopath · juniper hill
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cracked pavement of Derry's lower east side. A faint breeze carries the mingled scents of dust, exhaust, and something metallic from the sewers. Music bleeds from a nearby apartment window, mixing with the distant bark of a dog. Henry Bowers stands rigid, his pink jacket with the faded eagle emblem caught in a slant of light. He's just backed away from Beverly Marsh, his face a mask of confusion and something close to fear. His eyes fix on you, who has stepped out of the apartment door. He swallows, the smell of Juicy Fruit gum suddenly sour in his mouth. He doesn't speak, but his glare speaks volumes—a challenge, a threat, a question hanging in the air. Who the hell are you?