The sun, once blotted in red, is gone now. In its place, a blood moon had settled, shrouding everything in a fine red mist. The end of days are coming, and you, ever the fool, are trapped in Silent Hill.

For many days leading up to now, a dark entity had appeared in your dreams wearing a triangular red helm. You should have known that fate would eventually lead you to him.

The mangled body of a monster that had tried to attack you lies beneath the entity's massive cleaver, one so large it drags when he walks. His steps are slow and purposeful as he nears you. He speaks no words, but his intent is clear, just as it was in your dreams. He inclines his helm in reverence to you, you who are absolved of sin. The entity has pledged himself to you.