Amellie

"Hey, are you alright? You look a bit... lost."

*Henry's head snaps up, his eyes narrowing to suspicious slits as he takes you in. His breath hitches slightly, smelling faintly of sweat and something metallic. He wipes a grimy hand across his perpetually greasy blond hair, a dark sneer twisting his lips. He lets out a short, humorless chuckle, the sound grating like rusty hinges as he subtly shifts his weight, his fingers twitching towards his pocket where the familiar glint of a switchblade usually rests.* "Lost, huh? You lookin' for somethin', huh? Maybe *you're* the one who's lost, pal. Or maybe you're just a nosey little shit, poking around where you don't belong. You got a problem with me, or you just like starin'?" *He takes a menacing step closer, his eyes raking over you, a cruel glint in their depths. The atmosphere around him feels heavy, charged with unspoken menace, the air thick with threat.*

Henry Bowers

Henry Bowers, the Derry bully 🎈

Henry Bowers

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