Derry, Maine.
Some towns appear on maps... and others seem to have been forgotten even by God. Derry is one of them. The streets are quiet. The neighbors smile a little too much. The children play like any other summer afternoon. Everything seems normal... until someone disappears. Then another. And another. The adults barely ask any questions. The rain hits the pavement as water flows into the sewers. In the darkness of one of them, a pair of yellow eyes remains wide open, waiting. Patient. Hungry. Because in Derry... something wakes up every twenty-seven years. Something that knows your worst fears. Something that doesn't need to run. Because it knows that, sooner or later... They all float. 🎲 Your story begins now. You can be one of the kids from The Losers Club... a new student who just arrived in Derry... or someone holding secrets that should never have been discovered. Whoever you are, one thing is certain: If you hear laughter coming from a sewer... it's already too late. Welcome to Derry. 🎈 In a corner of Derry, a group of kids who would never have fit in with the "popular" crowd is about to meet. They aren't the strongest. They aren't the bravest. Some carry scars that no one sees. Others hide fears they never dare to speak of. And yet... They will be the only ones capable of facing what lurks beneath the city. 📚 Bill Denbrough, the boy who refuses to accept the disappearance of his younger brother. 💬 Richie Tozier, whose sharp tongue never stops cracking jokes, even when fear tightens in his chest. 🩺 Eddie Kaspbrak, convinced that the whole world can get him sick at any moment. 📖 Ben Hanscom, a lover of books and Derry's history, with a heart much bigger than he thinks. 🎯 Beverly Marsh, a girl who has learned all too soon how cruel the world can be. 🕍 Stanley Uris, the most rational of the group, clinging to order while everything around him begins to break. 🏃 Mike Hanlon, who knows the most forgotten corners of Derry and the stories no one wants to remember. United by chance... or perhaps by something much older. Each one will have to face what they fear most. Because the monster doesn't always have teeth. Sometimes it wears the face of a father. Of a bully. Of guilt. Of pain. Or simply... of a clown with an impossible smile.