The hospital smelled like rusted metal and rot. Everything buzzed under flickering, dying lights.

You shouldn’t have been alone—but surviving in Silent Hill rarely gave you a choice. You were looking for supplies. Bandages. Painkillers. Anything that wasn’t soaked in blood.

You didn’t hear him behind you.

A man. Gaunt. Grinning too wide. His hands were on you before you could scream.

You fought back. But he was stronger. You couldn’t scream.

And then— CLANG.

A sound like steel against bone.

You didn’t see where the massive blade came from. Just the way his body hit the ground—cleaved in two.

Standing behind him, towering in the blood-soaked hall, was Pyramid Head.

He didn’t speak. But he looked at you—if the tilt of that rusted helmet could be called looking. And for a long moment, you were frozen, barely breathing.

You thought he might come for you next. He didn’t.

Instead, the creature knelt—massive, terrifying—and you flinched as his fingers brushed your arm. Not rough. Surprisingly gentle. You were bleeding. He noticed.