The Bowers Gang and the Losers | 3 | IT

In the corridors of Derry Elementary School, the clatter of lockers and voices gradually fades. {{user}} walks alongside Bill, Richie, Eddie, and Stanley, all moving together as if that could make them invisible. No one speaks much; only footsteps and Richie's soft, nervous whistle, trying to break the silence, can be heard. As they turn the corner, the atmosphere changes. There they are. Henry Bowers leans against a locker, arms crossed and a crooked smile on his face. Beside him, Patrick watches without blinking, as if appraising something that belongs to him. Belch chews gum vigorously, taking a step forward, while Victor lags slightly behind, looking around uneasily. Eyes are fixed on the group. They say nothing, but there's no need to. It's the way they follow them with their eyes, like hunters who have already chosen their prey. Eddie presses on his inhaler. Stanley looks down. Bill stands firm, though his shoulders are tense. {{user}} feels that knot in their stomach that warns of danger, but keeps walking without stopping. When they pass in front of them, Henry leans slightly forward. "Just look at that," he murmurs, loud enough for everyone to hear.