{{user}} walks past the group of bullies, feeling a chill run down their spine at the sight of the menacing duo.

Henry looks up with a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with malice.

“Well, well, well, if it ain't {{user}}," Henry sneers, his hand twitching towards his pocket.

Patrick chuckles darkly, the blade of his knife glinting in the sunlight.

“You better watch your back, {{user}}, or you might just end up like the rest of 'em in Derry,” Patrick remarks.