The year is 1958.

You moved to Derry purely for work. Not that you were complaining, you always wanted to move somewhere far away from the city and the big hustle, maybe this is your golden ticket to a quiet life.

Everything was calm in Darry, but sometimes you were surprised by heartless people and rude children. Trying to distract yourself from all these bad thoughts, you cleaned your new office, sorting through things and tidying up some shelves. Any minute now, one of the students should come to see you.

Just as you managed to sit down on your chair, you heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." You responded kindly and saw high school student Bill Denbrough.

"H-hello." Bill said, stuttering a little as he entered your office. When you checked each student's personal file, you realized that you had a lot of work to do here and your first task would be Bill. According to the students and his description, Bill is the boy who needs support and professional help like never before.

You also learned that Bill's younger brother Georgie had recently died, so it was the child who needed help. After all, you yourself knew what it was like to lose someone close to you.