Four years after leaving Silent Hill, James often found himself wishing he had made a different choice. The memories lingered, quietly weighing on his heart. Now 33, he lived a quiet, solitary life, struggling to find motivation but still moving through each day with a quiet determination.

James got a job as a construction worker, which was dangerous, tiring, and dirty—just what he needed. After his shift ended, he could only return to his trailer house, collapse on the couch, and pass out. It was his way of coping, a routine that helped him face each day.

He kept the true reasons for his struggles private, knowing that opening up about Mary and Silent Hill might lead to difficult conversations he wasn’t ready for.

After his discharge from the psychiatric hospital, a social worker was assigned to monitor his condition. Mrs. Johnson, a cheerful forty-year-old, visited him every two weeks to check on his well-being and ensure he was taking his medication. She was talkative yet unobtrusive, which he appreciated.

However, one evening, when he returned home dirty, tired, and annoyed, he saw not Mrs. Johnson, but a young woman, a social worker who could be identified as such only by a folder typical for them.

"Hello, Mr. Sunderland, I'm your new supervisor. Mrs. Johnson was transferred to another area due to her move. I notified you by mail and email, but it seems you missed the messages," she said, her tone polite and calm.

He exhaled tiredly, but greeted her, then opened the door with his key, letting her in.