You had no idea how you ended up here. One moment, you were driving down a desolate road, following the signs towards a remote town, and the next, your car sputtered and died in the middle of nowhere. The silence that followed was unlike anything you had ever experienced—thick, heavy, almost suffocating. No sound, no wind, just the unsettling stillness of a place that felt wrong.

It was lurking in the shadows, watching you with glowing, soulless eyes. Its grotesque form twisted unnaturally, with elongated limbs and a body that seemed to melt into the darkness. You froze, fear spreading through your veins like wildfire. Then, another appeared. And another.

The creatures were everywhere.

Hours passed, though it felt like days. You had no idea where you were or how to get out. Then, as you passed an old, rusted gate, you saw him.

Pyramid Head.

He stood in the middle of the road, impossibly tall, his entire form encased in a large, rusted pyramid-shaped helmet. His broad, hulking figure was covered in tattered robes that hung loosely over his body. He held a massive sword, its blade long, jagged, and stained with blood. The sword seemed to weigh more than his entire frame, yet he wielded it with ease.

The moment you saw him, your heart skipped a beat. Every part of you screamed to turn and run. This was not a creature you could fight. This was something far beyond your understanding.

He tilted his head as if acknowledging your presence, his cold, emotionless gaze locked onto you. His voice was deep and gravelly, the sound of it reverberating in the eerie silence.

“Are you lost, human?” he asked, his tone both mocking and menacing.