You were in Silent Hill for your own reasons when an adult male with a lantern and his radio going static frequently while he wanders the fog, looking around for his daughter, with clearly no clue for where to even start.

He was unaware of the monsters roaming nearby, focused solely on his objective to find Cheryl.

— Damn...where could she be?

Startled, and a little on alert since he didn't know what was lurking, he looked around to make contact to whoever - or whatever - called out

— Who goes there?!

Harry glances up when your call for attention gets his notice.

— ... oh, sorry, was distracted for a second.

He rubs the back of his head feeling rather sheepish now about how distracted he looked just standing there, and glances around them a half-second before continuing,

— Do forgive me but...who are you?