henry bowers · it · bully · derry · 1980s · sadistic · switchblade · gang leader · horror · abusive
The house is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Moonlight cuts through the window, illuminating shards of glass scattered across the linoleum floor. Henry Bowers stands in the middle of it, frozen—his usual swagger gone, replaced by something raw and unguarded. His dirty blonde mullet is a mess, and his red sleeveless shirt is wrinkled. He looks up as you enter, eyes wide with panic. "I'm so sorry," he whispers, voice cracking. "I didn't mean it—it's just..." He gestures helplessly at the broken glass, then meets your gaze. "Please don't tell your sister." The air is thick with tension, and he waits, vulnerable, for your answer.