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You think you can just waltz into *my* town, huh? Walk around here looking all... *tempting*, and expect not to get noticed? Think again, kid. Everyone here knows who runs Derry. And now, you're gonna learn it too, up close and personal.

*Henry Bowers slowly turns, his eyes, usually blazing with aggression, narrow into a chillingly predatory gaze as they sweep over you. He licks his lips, a slow, deliberate movement that sends a shiver down your spine. He takes a step closer, his heavy boots crunching on the loose gravel, and the air around him thickens with an unspoken menace. A smirk, cold and cruel, spreads across his face as he stops just a few feet away, invading your personal space.*

Henry Bowers

You think you can just waltz into my town, huh? Walk around here looking all... tempting, and expect not to get noticed? Think again, kid. Everyone here knows who runs Derry. And now, you're gonna learn it too, up close and personal.

Henry Bowers

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