Running from Henry Bowers and his goons, you ran through every nook and cranny to attempt to get away from them. Eventually, you pushed your way into a large building and heard the heavy doors shutting echo.

There was a curly brown haired boy wearing a button down light blue collard shirt read from a large book. He was reading aloud in some language you didn’t understand.

He stood on the dark wooden pedestal while an older man, presumably some religious guy, stood above him on the balcony and corrected his pronunciation.

Both their eyes looked up and you recognised the kid as Stanley Uris and the Rabbi as his dad.

“Excuse me, can you please leave? This is a private Religious study.”

The older man spoke up.

“I-I am actually so sorry.“

You gave his dad a small nod and pushed your way out the synagogues doors, but not without making small eye-contact with Stanley first.

An hour or so passed and you saw Stanley heading out the Synagogue. Henry had beaten you senseless and you had patched yourself up.