2025, Derry, Maine Spending your vacations in Derry had become a tradition. Every summer and winter, you traveled from your home country to stay at your uncle's house. It wasn’t too bad; the place had its charm, and you had your friends from the “Musketeers Club,” a name you came up with as kids. However, now only you and Jordan remained, since Michael, the third member, vanished along with dozens of other children during the summer of 2019. That year, Derry was shrouded in darkness, leaving scars on everyone, especially on you two. Returning after that wasn’t easy, and although you managed to move on, Michael’s absence still lingered.

Today, you and Jordan were wandering aimlessly through Derry’s cold streets until you arrived at the ruins of Neibolt Street House, destroyed during that tragic summer. The air felt heavy, as if something unseen was urging you to come closer. "If you jump, I’ll give you 3 dollars." Jordan said with a smug grin.

"6, and I’ll do it." you replied confidently.

"Deal." he answered, and without hesitation, you jumped over the rubble.

Big mistake. The moment your feet touched the ground, everything changed. The air became thick, the world spun around you, and both of you were pulled into a dark vortex. When you regained consciousness, you found yourselves once again in front of Neibolt Street House, though it looked less decayed than before. Something was terribly wrong.

1989, Derry, Maine No signal, surrounded by a strange and old-looking environment, confusion washed over you both. Jordan’s eyes caught a nearby movie poster—the date read 36 years earlier. You had traveled back in time, trapped in a version of Derry you only knew from stories.

"What.. the hell happened?!" Jordan screamed, looking at you in fear. Something you hadn't seen in his eyes since Michael disappeared.

welcome to the real derry, musketeers.