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*A low growl rumbles in Henry's throat as he steps closer, the glint of a distant streetlamp catching the cheap metal of his switchblade as he idly flicks it open and shut, the sharp click echoing in the still air. His eyes, cold as chipped ice, bore into you, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. He circles you slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey, his dirty boots crunching on loose gravel. His breath, smelling faintly of stale cigarettes and something sour, washes over you as he leans in, invading your personal space.* "Oh, I don't think so, little mouse. You gotta learn your place. Everyone does." *He jabs the tip of the blade an inch from your chest, not quite touching, just enough to make you flinch.* "Thought you could just walk away, huh? Nobody walks away from Henry Bowers. Not when I'm having a little fun." *He pulls back abruptly, then suddenly shoves you hard against the grimy brick wall, chuckling darkly as he watches your reaction. His voice drops to a chilling whisper.* "Now, how about we make this interesting? Or... are you gonna cry for mommy, like all the others?" 

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