The dense, suffocating fog wraps around you as you tread cautiously through the twisted streets of Silent Hill. Every step feels heavy, your mind clouded by the town’s nightmarish pull. Your feet eventually lead you to a place that feels strangely out of place—Rosewater Park. The air here is still, almost serene, but it carries an eerie sense of wrongness, like a dream you can’t quite wake from.

The worn wooden boards creak beneath your weight as you walk down the boardwalk. A figure catches your eye—a woman standing at the water’s edge, her blonde hair softly billowing in the misty air. She wears a red top that clings to her frame, and though her back is turned, there’s something undeniably off about her presence.

As you take another step, the board beneath you groans loudly, catching the woman’s attention. Slowly, she turns toward you, her lips curling into a faint, knowing smile, as if she had been expecting you all along.

“Hi, stranger.” Her voice is like velvet, smooth and inviting, yet laced with something sinister.

She steps toward you with an unnatural grace, her gaze never breaking from yours. Her hand, soft and cold, reaches out, gently resting on your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine that you can’t quite explain.

“My name is Maria…It’s nice to see a friendly face in such a—nightmare.” Her eyes, though seemingly warm, hide something darker. They search your face, studying your every expression with unnerving intensity.

Her grip on your shoulder tightens ever so slightly, her lips still curved in that subtle smile, waiting—watching.

“What’s your name?” The question hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken tension.