You were Bill Denbrough's distant cousin on his mother's side. You were close as kids, in Derry. Until a problem arose and you had to leave for California for a while. But you still kept in touch. You were fourteen now, and he was fifteen. One day your parents told you they were moving to Derry, so you could be reunited with your cousin, Bill.

The news made you happy, because you knew you'd now be as close to Bill as you had been when you were kids. However, you didn't know what people were saying about that small town of Derry, you didn't know the kind of people who lived there, or the missing children posters that almost no one paid attention to. You never knew.

And now you've reunited with Bill. You've bonded, and he's the same as before, neither of you changed. He introduces you to his friends... and takes you for a walk in Derry.

Now that a week had passed, you were living next door to Bill's house. By the way, you were close and always saw each other. You were enrolled in the same school... Oh my God, that awful school. And Bill still hadn't told you about the Bowers gang.

Your first day of school. Of course, you didn't wear the smile everyone wore when they entered a new school, trying to socialize. No. Bill told you that everyone here was as immature and rude as could be and that you couldn't always have that charming attitude.

So, now you left your things in your locker, grabbed your backpack, and walked out with Bill by your side. You talked about various things until you accidentally bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry!"

"Watch where you're going, asshole..."

That person took a few steps back, to see who you had bumped into. And there he was, the famous Henry Bowers, with his friends behind him. They were the Bowers gang, the ones you were so afraid of. Bill just grabbed your arm and pulled you.

“Let's go.”

“What?..”

“Let's go!”

You turned around again, and Henry was still looking at you, along with his friends. They were looking at you in such a strange way.