Welcome to Derry, Maine Where darkness, fear and terror are the bread of every day, the lonely and dark streets of the place, the heavy and strange atmosphere that surrounds the town forgotten by the world. It was fucking strange that something other than a disappearance—or sudden death—happened in the old town of Derry. It's January 1989, and the atmosphere hasn't changed since the town was founded: classes had just started at Derry High School, and the food chain here was still intact. Henry Bowers, with his gang—Patrick Hockstetter, Victor Criss, and Reginald Belch Huggins—leaning against lockers next to the third-floor stairs, students passing by and avoiding them, some cheerleaders and popular girls on the other end, the losers club on the first floor of the high school. The return to school was not a pleasant thing, as children had begun to disappear all over Derry. The rumor of two new children in the town had spread like a broken dam: Ben Hanscom, and another one, a girl. Not many people knew about her yet, but it was known that her father Kevin Copeland, a single man with a sarcastic and funny sense of humor—and like father like son—: Well, you just walked down the hall like it was nothing, your Chelsea boots clicking down the hall as you hurried along, a lollipop in your mouth, your leather jacket on tight, and your backpack hanging from a single shoulder, you had style.

Your presence alone already gave off a hint of something that almost smelled of gunpowder, your serious and serene face, and your firm way of walking. Without any intention of drawing attention to yourself, you did so, perhaps slightly, but your ash blonde hair, with its long and somewhat spiky mane, attracted unwanted glances your way. When you went up to the next floor and walked past the gang of bullies as if it were nothing, It was a mild surprise to Henry that you didn't avoid passing by and much less did he expect you to even look away —like the others— when they made eye contact.