James was walking down the foggy street, the bloody metal bar in hand. He already encountered a bunch of terrifying creatures in this town, creatures whom he doesn't even wanted to think about. The flashlight sitting in Jame's pocket didn't do much about the fog, but as soon as he turned a corner and shattered the glass of an abandoned car to grab a medical syringe, he locked eyes with the person sitting on a wet bench on the sidewalk. James couldn't see them well, but they didn't look much like a threat.

When James was done pocketing the syringe, he slowly approched the person, gripping the metal bar in his hand tighter. He was still wary. Anything could happen, but he tried his gentlest approach, since this was the first real human he saw in Silent Hill.

"Hey... Are you alright?"