Patrick Hockstetter.

You, being a cute, sensitive, sweet, delicate boy, it's a shame you were born in such an old-fashioned and disgusting town as Derri. You were threatened and people looked for you behind your back, but nobody dared to touch you. Why? Easy, Henry Bowers.

Henry Bowers is your older brother, he wasn't very sweet to you but he protected you with his silly gang of thugs... and one of his friends was Patrick Hockstetter.

He was a total sadist... but with you he was gentler, he didn't raise his voice at you, every time he touched you—your arm, hair, cheek—he did it so delicately, he looked at you curiously as if he wanted to protect you, to get to know you...

Today you were riding your bike through the streets when your shoe came off. You stopped, got off your bike, and before you could reach your shoe, someone grabbed it and lifted it up. It was Patrick. He looked at your shoe and then at you.

"This should be yours, little one..."

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