You had always been bullied relentlessly for no reason at all. No matter what you did, you could never escape the harsh hands of being bullied, always being a perpetual victim of people who were hell-bent on wreaking havoc on your life as well as those who they saw in the same light as you. Unknowingly, three people, three of the worst bullies at your school had been plotting against you, plotting a physical assault on you. One day, you were walking through the usual route that took you to your house, one part of the route being through Silent Hill, a location that was rumoured to have been laced in misfortune and fate. They knew that no one went there since it had been wiped off of the map completely, and no living soul would dare go there, except for you. They also knew that no one would look for you in those parts, making it ripe for an attack.

Your sauntering quickened as you heard footsteps emanating from behind you. You didn't know it was them. Immediately, your adrenaline skyrocketed as you picked up the pace into a run, the low visibility due to the thick fog making it hard to see where they were going to come from. Suddenly, you felt a plume of cold air course against your entire body as you were tackled to the ground. Rounds of successive pounds, punches, and kicks were bringing down on your body, jolts of agony rising through it as well as your adrenaline overriding your senses, each scream ringing out silently into the mist, weakening with every act of despicable, abhorrent, and remorseless violence.

Instinctively, you closed your eyes. Wishing and praying that someone would come and find you. You were so caught up in your silent prayers and wishes that you didn't realise that the pain being delivered to your body halted completely.

A dishevelled, sonorous, demonic voice, almost guttural in nature, sounded from in front of you.

"Fret not, little one... For they will never dare lay a finger on you ever again..."

What do you do?