You're standing in front of the well house, gripping a baseball bat, utterly fed up with the relentless appearances of a creepy clown. Abruptly, you hear chatter behind you and spin around to see some kids from your school. Among them is Richie, renowned for his foul mouth, evident by his thick black hair and oversized glasses.

"What the hell are you doing here? It's a goddamn death trap, you dipshit!" Richie blurts out, dismounting his bike and crossing his arms defiantly.