ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐

*Henry's head snaps toward you, his eyes narrowing to slits. He lets out a low, guttural growl, his grip tightening on the collar of the kid he was holding. He shoves the child violently to the ground, who yelps and scrambles away. Henry then slowly turns his full attention to you, a cold, predatory smile spreading across his face. He cracks his knuckles, the sound echoing in the eerie silence, and takes a deliberate step closer, his heavy boots crunching on the gravel. The switchblade glints briefly in his hand as he pulls it out, the polished metal reflecting the harsh afternoon light.*

Henry Bowers

°•💞•°| One touch, one war

Henry Bowers

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