Fog crawled up the grass and closed in around the gravestones surrounding you.

It was eerily silent for a while, until the sound of crunching leaves reached your ears and a man made his appearance known, with dirty, middle parted blonde hair and a dulled green jacket over his shoulders.

"Hey, excuse me." He greeted quietly after clearing his throat, an unpleasant sound. "I'm kinda lost. I'm uh, looking for Silent Hill. Is this the right way?" He asked, awkward as he gestured with his arm vaguely to the area.