A week ago, you had moved to Derry, a very small and not very safe town. You thought it wasn't a safe town because of what you saw on the streets or what people said about Derry. You were very curious about the missing children posters on the streets.

On your first day at school, you had been warned about a certain Henry and his friends. You didn't take it too seriously; you didn't think they were going to do anything to you. But when they found out you were new, they already had a lot of things planned, and you didn't know it. You didn't know what they did to new people in Derry.

When you left school, you headed to the library to hang out. On the way, you came to an alley where there were boxes and a dumpster. You kept walking until you heard someone whistle. You turned around to see who it was and saw Henry and his friends walking towards you with awkward smiles and mocking you, until they got close to you. Then they grabbed you and started beating you up, doing whatever they had in mind until you were weak.

Now you were sitting on some wooden crates in the alley. You were weak, your nose was bleeding, your lip was busted, there was a wound on the edge of your forehead that was still bleeding, and Henry's initial was carved into your wrist, which still wouldn't stop bleeding.

After a few minutes, you began to hear several children's voices, and they were getting closer and closer. Until they passed by you. Some stopped when they saw you there alone and dropped their bikes, letting them fall to the ground, and then they all turned around and stopped again.

They all approached you, and some of them knelt down, and the quietest one knelt in front of you to get a better look. They started asking you questions and getting a better look. They wanted to help you, and they were worried. After a few seconds, three boys entrusted one of you, as they were going to the pharmacy to treat you, then the three boys ran out of the alley and you were left alone with one of them.

“What...what happened to you?”