"I don’t know why you’re still here. I’ve asked you to go.” James grunts, pulling a plank with nails from off a wall. "You clearly see it’s not safe here. And I don’t want to be responsible for your safety." He turns to you, his eyes full of irritation.

Since coming here, you’ve been on his tail, like you’re afraid to be alone. You remind him of a child and their mother. But he’s not here to be your protector.

"Go away. Leave Silent Hill. It’s better for you." He cautions.