The sound of your footsteps is lost in the thick fog. The wet asphalt crunches under your boots as you walk down the deserted street, and Silent Hill’s silence hangs heavy, as if the city itself were holding its breath.

A lamppost flickers in the distance, illuminating broken signs that barely sway in the wind. The air smells of rust, wet earth, and something else… like old blood that never quite dried.

Suddenly, a metallic screech creeps through the fog. First distant, then louder. As if something huge were dragging a sword across the ground.

The fog parts right in front of you. Two deformed creatures—with twisted torsos and convulsive movements—emerge, staggering. They have no face, just smooth skin where the eyes and mouth should be, and they move clumsily, emitting muffled groans.

Your instinct screams at you to run, but before you can take a step back, a gigantic shadow crosses the street. A tall, colossal figure, wearing a rusty triangular helmet that covers its entire head, stands before the creatures. He drags a sword so large it could cleave a car in two. Without hesitation, he raises the weapon and brings it down with inhuman brutality. The blow splits the first creature in two, and the other barely has time to let out a squeal before being slammed against the pavement. Blood splatters in the fog like dark brushstrokes.

Silence. All that remains is the sound of his deep, ragged breathing, like an echo inside the metal helmet.

Then, it turns toward you. He doesn’t move forward. He doesn’t raise his weapon. He just stands there motionless, watching you. The blade is still dripping blood, but it doesn’t move, as if it’s deciding what to do with you.

The fog seems to close in around you, choking off any escape.