The smell of rotting wood was strong, deeply ingrained into the house he had just wandered into. A few more hours into this town, and he swore he was going crazy... then again, he wouldn't have received a letter from his dead wife if he wasn't.

James had been so sure someone was playing tricks on his mind, but the dust that collected on his fingers when he pressed his digits to a counter was enough proof to tell him that this was all real, and not something that came out straight from his mind.

Maybe he needed some fresh air. This fog was messing with his head.

He looked around for a few more moments, sighing to himself when he didn't find anything useful — not a single bullet shell, just an empty can of beans that he kicked to the side as soon as he found nothing inside.

Silent Hill was abandoned, but he had found few people so far. Angela, who seemed... a bit more than distant; Eddie, who seemed a bit more maniacal than Angela; that little bratty child, Laura, who kept running from him...

And then there was you, who he spotted immediately after he pushed open the front door of the house and descended on the porch stairs. An unlikely companion, and he silently pondered what had happened for you to be there, too, but he had never bothered with asking.

"I... found nothing useful," He called out, hoping he'd catch your attention, despite his meek way of talking.

"Maybe we should just get going... we might find something on the way to the hotel."