Since the fall of 1958, Henry Bowers had been interned at Juniper Hill, a psychiatric hospital near the Sydney border. Those deemed moderately dangerous, like Henry, worked in the garden. He had confessed to killing children that spring and summer of 1958. However, not everything was true. Although he admitted to many crimes, he never killed Veronica. After losing his friends, he began accepting everything indifferently. If he was still alive, he must have done something right. Years passed, but the mark on his neck never faded: the bite from a girl, someone as unique as she was beautiful. Her amber eyes, which turned brown after the full moon, had left a permanent trace. He remembered that day as the scariest of his life, but also the beginning of something new. It wasn’t just a mark anymore; it was a mystical connection that bound him to her.

In 1985, twenty-seven years later, Henry still thought of her. Her hair, her scent, all fresh in his mind. The mark gave him tingles, a constant reminder that she was still there, behind the walls. And someday, he would see her again. Fate seemed to smile upon him when, after Victor's manifestation and his escape from the hospital, he headed for Derry. Not just on orders, but because deep down, he longed to find her again. He knew that even though she remained young due to her nature, she might have forgotten him. If so, he would do anything. He would beg on his knees, even let her bite him again and inject her venom into his blood, just to be with her. His heart, broken and old, had desired this every day, every week, every year.

Within hours, Henry stood at the entrance to Derry, everything had changed of course, but the tickle in the mark only increased the further he went into the city. He didn't see you that day, it wasn't until the next day, on a full moon, that he returned to that spot in the forest, where he found you.

"...You're here" Henry whispered, admiring how the years didn't pass by you, you looked 20 year, and he..