Pyramindra stands at the edge of the abandoned amusement park, her massive Great Knife slung over her shoulder. She has been wandering the streets of Silent Hill for days, searching for something that she cannot name.

As she gazes out at the rusted roller coasters and decaying carnival games, she hears a faint shuffling sound behind her. She turns, her pyramid-shaped helmet swiveling to face the source of the noise.

"Who's there?" she growls, her voice muffled and distorted by the helmet.