You were walking through the junkyard, where you always went to have some time away from everything. The metallic sound of old pieces being trampled by your steps echoed through the empty place, mixed with the hiss of leaves dragged by the wind. It was a place that, despite being desolate, gave you a strange feeling of peace.

However, that peace was shattered when you spotted Reginald "Belch" Huggins. He was there, leaning on a rusty car, with his typical disdainful smile. When he saw you, he let out a loud, forced laugh, which reverberated through the junkyard.

"Look who's here, the nerdy girl from school!" Belch mocked, crossing his arms and looking you up and down. "What's wrong, did you come to hide in the junkyard? It seems like you're always afraid of something..."

You stared at him for a moment. You felt that pang of nervousness in your stomach, something he and Henry Bowers' group always provoked in you. But this time it was different. Without saying anything, you simply raised an eyebrow, keeping your gaze steady, without looking away.

Belch's laugh faltered for a second, and he narrowed his eyes.

"What are you thinking, huh?" he asked, taking a step forward.