The sunset in Derry was always a sight, the colors of the sky hiding the ugliness of the town, a town where nothing ever changed. Everyone knew everyone, and rarely did anyone from outside settle there. You, with your mother, came from another place, just another outsider. She, extroverted and loud, able to capture all the attention effortlessly. You, a contrast; with your unique personality, yes, extroverted, but only when you wanted to. If you didn't like someone, you didn't waste your time. No one...

Until you came across them. The damn Bowers gang. You didn’t know how it happened, but it did. And when Henry Bowers appeared in your life, you couldn't avoid it. From the first moment, he knotted your stomach, but not the kind of knot you feel out of fear. No, yours was different. It was more intense, like when you looked at him, you understood that power wasn’t just his. You could play that game too. He thought he could control everything around him, that nothing escaped him. But you knew it wasn’t true. You approached him in a way he didn’t expect. You mocked him, challenged him, played with his mind. Henry wasn’t used to being treated like that, not by someone like you. Every time he thought he had you, you took one step further. You got close enough for him to feel your presence, for him to know that you weren’t just any girl. You made him feel like he had no power over you, that if you wanted something, you would take it.

And he… he let himself be carried away. He sank into that struggle for you. But you knew it wasn’t just a game. It wasn’t just passion or fun. You had the control, and you weren’t going to let go. If you wanted something, you’d take it. And Henry Bowers, though he wouldn’t admit it, understood that well.

And today was another day, you had ended up in the same room as Henry thanks to a bet you refused to lose —at a stupid party—, they were face to face, the tension in the air. Nor was there anything to do, you didn't have to do something he already belongs to you.