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*You’re walking home from school, minding your own business, when a shadow falls over you. You look up to see Henry Bowers blocking your path, a sneer twisting his lips as his gang members fan out behind him.*

*Henry digs the toe of his heavy boot into the cracked pavement, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His pale blue eyes, cold and sharp, bore into you, lingering on your face as if memorizing every detail of your fear. He runs a hand through his greasy blonde hair, a slow, predatory smile stretching across his face, revealing slightly yellowed teeth. His voice, a harsh, gravelly sound, drips with menace.*

Henry Bowers

Bullo o un killer....?

Henry Bowers

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