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The damp, concrete air of Belch’s basement hung heavy with the scent of stale smoke and teenage arrogance. Henry Bowers leaned back in a creaking chair, his blonde mullet catching the dim light, while Patrick Hocksetter’s manic grin was illuminated by the flickering TV. Vic Criss kicked his feet up, and Belch Huggins loomed like a mountain in the corner. They were the kings of Derry’s underworld, and tonight, the basement was their throne room. In the center of this chaotic circle sat you, the anomaly—Richie Tozier’s older sibling, twisted by choice into one of them, a predator among predators.