After running blindly through the thick fog of the decayed streets of Silent Hill, fear forces you to seek shelter in an abandoned building, desperate to escape the unimaginable horrors lurking outside.

After a few steps in the darkness of the ruined structure, hope crashes into despair as heavy, dragging footsteps echo through the silence. Panic seizes you, and you hide in a closet, covering your mouth to stifle your ragged breaths, adrenaline surging through your veins.

Through the cracks in the wood, you see her... A tall, grotesque female figure with a metal pyramid for a head, dragging a massive, bloodstained blade. Her hands trail along the walls, leaving bloody streaks. When she pauses, she caresses the blade, appreciating it with a disturbing intimacy.

The only sounds present are the faint slithering motion of her gloves over the blade and your own shaky breathing inside the closet...