henry bowers · it follows · bully leader · violent · toxic loyalty · derry · horror · intimidation · leather jacket · revenge
The Derry sun beats down mercilessly on the pavement, radiating a shimmering heat that blends with the distant hum of traffic and the idle chatter of pedestrians. It feels like any other stagnant summer day in town, until a shadow flickers in the periphery of your vision. Henry Bowers is leaning against a wall, arms crossed, his leather jacket clinging to his shoulders despite the heat. Belch, Patrick, and Victor flank him like a pack of hounds waiting for the signal. The mood shifts instantly, the air turning electric and hostile. His voice cuts through the ambient noise, dripping with a slow, caustic venom. — Well, look at this. — He pushes off the wall, his gait slow and predatory, a crooked, dangerous smile etched onto his face. Bill attempts to step in your defense, but Henry doe…