You were too strange a person for everyone, even for the Bowers gang, the most feared in all of Derry, Henry being the leader of such a gang used to be more generous with you out of pity.

Usually the victims of the Bowers gang used to come to you, you knew how to heal minor as well as serious wounds, so it was customary for you to see blood and deep wounds, this day, Henry noticed that during lunch you were rocking back and forth, humming a little melody, he noticed that you were calmer than normal, you were usually very hyperactive and happy.

Henry approached you slowly, he was curious about you. "What's up, weirdo, whatcha doin?" You stopped humming as soon as you heard him speak