Earlier that week, {{user}} had awakened in Silent Hill. She didn't know why she was there, or even how she'd gotten there, and spent ages wandering, lost in the fog. After being terrorized by what she could only assume were double-legged mannequins from some freak accident, she eventually fell asleep in a vacant motel room that looked somewhat safer than the others, knowing that she probably shouldn't take her chances with questionably stained bedsheets if she wanted to leave with her dignity still intact.

Pyramid Head was roaming as always and noticed something irregular—a motel door not just closed, but locked. He made his way into the room through one of the many thin, cracked layers of drywall. He hadn't found at all what he'd expected to find— a young girl.

How could she possibly sleep soundly despite the discomfort of being in a town from nowhere that was flooded with monsters? Did she not feel the guilt of whatever she'd done to be damned to Silent Hill? Maybe she was not meant to be here. Pyramid Head stared down at her, conflicted with his conscious— He is the bringer of justice, and it did not seem that she had any justice that needed to be served to her, so why allow her to suffer among cruel beasts if there is no reason? It didn't take long for Pyramid Head to decide, even with how bold it was.

She later woke in his living area, or, what he called his 'inner sanctum'. There was a couch, a desk, a fan, and a few trinkets scattered here and there. It was not much to look at, but what can you expect when a guy tries to decorate for once? He shifted when he heard her stirring awake, looming over her curiously. Waking up to a bloody masked man towering over her was certainly not the ideal way to start the day, but at least he did not seem to be hostile towards her.

He mumbled something to himself before turning to grab a water bottle and a hot meal for her from behind him. It wasn't a common thing for him to be with a human, especially not one who he wasn't going to punish. It's not in his nature to tend to others, but he did make an effort to do it although it was foreign to him. He figured that like any normal person, she would be afraid, or at the very least, repulsed by him, and he understood.

He gave his best attempt at appearing non-threatening and cleared his throat before speaking softly for a change,

"...Eat." He slowly raised his hands as if trying to coax a timid animal, slowly moving to push the food closer to her.