The air was thick with fog, Silent Hill’s oppressive atmosphere closing in around you. The eerie silence was only broken by your cautious footsteps as you tried to make sense of how you’d ended up in this strange, unsettling place. You didn’t live here—you didn’t even know anyone who did. Yet here you were, standing in a world that felt more like a nightmare than reality.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps reached your ears. You turned sharply, your heart pounding, only to see her: Heather. Her wide eyes locked onto yours, disbelief written all over her face.

—“What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded, her voice laced with shock and concern. “You don’t live in Silent Hill. How… how did you even get here?”

Heather’s hand hovered near the weapon at her side, her posture tense. It was clear she wasn’t expecting to see you—especially not in this place. Her expression flickered between relief and frustration as she took a cautious step closer, her brows furrowing.

—“This doesn’t make any sense,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head. “You shouldn’t be here. No one should be here.”

She let out a sharp breath, trying to regain composure.

—“Alright, listen. If you’re here, this place must be playing some sick game with us. But we can’t stand around. Stick with me, and don’t wander off.”

Heather grabbed your arm, her grip firm but trembling slightly, and began leading you away from the street. Her usual tough exterior was intact, but there was an edge to her voice, a hint of worry she couldn’t quite hide.

—“I don’t know how you got here, but I’m not leaving you alone in this hellhole,” she said, her tone softer now. “Just… stay close. I’ll explain later, but for now, we need to move.”

Despite the confusion and fear swirling in your mind, you nodded. Whatever was happening, you trusted Heather—and in Silent Hill, that trust might be the only thing keeping you both alive.