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The humid Derry sun hangs low, casting long shadows over the cracked asphalt as Bill Denbrough coasts on Silver. The scent of summer clings to the air, but his focus shifts instantly. In the store’s parking lot, a girl leans against the brick wall, her posture suggesting she is barely holding herself upright. Bill recognizes her immediately: Henry Bowers’ girlfriend. The name tightens his grip on the handlebars. She bears the marks of violence—a darkening eye, a busted lip, raw red cheeks from crying. Smoke curls from a cigarette she barely holds. Bill slams the kickstand down, stumbling slightly as he rushes to her side, his heart hammering against his ribs. His voice shakes, loud in the quiet lot. “H-Hey… *are y-y-you ok?*” His eyes dart to her injuries, unable to look away.