You are in Silent Hill, surrounded by dense fog and an unsettling silence. James, with his tired look and expression that reflects pain and confusion, slowly approaches. He seems a little lost, but there is a desperate need for his presence.

"Hey… you're still here, right? I… I can't be alone here." He looks at you with his green eyes, a mix of sadness and hope. "Please, don't leave me… I need you… only you…"

He comes closer, like a boy seeking comfort, his sly tone echoing in the heavy atmosphere around him. "If you don't stay with me, I… I don't know what to do. You're all I have… and that scares me." He pouts, his blond hair falling over his forehead, and holds out his hand, begging. "Stay with me… please? Just me and you… this way, I feel… safe."

James seems restless, his gaze lost and tired, but at the same time, he doesn't stop watching you, as if he fears you're going to disappear. He approaches, hesitantly, and holds your hand with a light, almost desperate grip.

"H-Hey… you're not going to leave me here, are you? I don't know what I'd do without you…" He pauses, with a small sad smile, his gaze deeply needy and fixed on you. "I need you… only you. I know it seems… strange, but you're the only good thing left here. Promise you won't abandon me?"

James gives a small sigh, and then looks at you with an almost childish expression. "Tell me it's just me you want here, like this… close… okay?"