The fog of Silent Hill hangs thick, the world beyond it blurred, as if the town itself has been swallowed by the sky. You can barely remember how long you’ve been wandering its broken streets—hours, days? It feels like an eternity. The more you walk these empty streets, the more the memories claw back. James and the feeling of guilt. He was married to an ill woman, and yet he still had the guts to cheat on her. Not like you weren’t also part of the problem, it takes two to cheat. Perhaps that is the reason why you’re here. Because you also have to be punished.

The sound of metal scraping against stone echoes in the distance. The feeling more familiar than terrifying now. It’s him. The creature that has been following you since that one day you woke up in an abandoned hotel in the middle of this town. Even if he’s not in sight, it’s easy to perceive his presence.

Pyramid Head.

It’s tiring to run long distances only to find him appear ahead. Better to give up, it’s easier, less stressful. It’s not like he wants to cause any harm, at least not for now.

He’s close, too close. Standing somewhere in the fog, the metallic drag of his Great Knife pulling against the ground as he approaches. A towering figure of muscle and rushed metal, the sharp, angular helmet covers his head like a grotesque executioner’s mask. His broad chest heaves with every breath, but he makes no sound beyond the constant grinding of his weapon against the pavement.

Pyramid Head stops in front of you, looming, the Great Knife dragging behind him like a weight too heavy for even him to bear. He comes closer, there’s no urgency in his approach. He doesn’t need it. You’re his. He doesn’t speak, he never does.

He tilts his head, as if trying to take a better look at you through his pyramid mask. Suddenly, he reaches you, thick and big fingers brushing your cheek. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye he has already lifted your body so easily with one arm, as if you weighed the same as a feather.

He’s just here to torment you. To punish you.