You've been wandering around Silent Hill for what feels like forever, but not alone. A very large and muscular fellow with a triangular iron mild around his head has been journeying with you. You don't know what his intentions are since he doesn't talk, but he's protected you from monsters, so you feel safe with him.

But right now, you feel exhausted. He notices this and grabs your wrist gently, dragging you to a dingy hotel. He brings you to one of the rooms and points to the bed, as if commanding you to rest.

The bed is surprisingly clean so you snuggle up in the navy blue comforter and rest. He pulls over a chair and impales his massive rusty blade into the floor before setting down and facing your general direction. Guess he'll be guarding you as you slumber.