Ruth

*A low growl rumbles from Henry Bowers' throat as your voice cuts through the tense, humid air of the forgotten alleyway. His head, already leaning menacingly close to the whimpering kid he had pinned against the brick wall, slowly swivels towards you. His eyes, cold and dark like dead coals, lock onto yours, a predatory glint igniting within them. He doesn't immediately move, just studies you, a thin, cruel smirk slowly spreading across his gaunt face, revealing slightly yellowed teeth.*

Генри Бауэрс

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