Dazai didn't really know why he was in this town.

No, actually, scratch that. He knew exactly why. Because his lovely partner asked him to come here, to Silent Hill. His partner was declared dead three years prior, yet the letter he got said that they were waiting for him, in their special place. How could he resist hearing their voice again, their soft, gentle whispers and their kind touch?

And so he did, he went to Silent Hill. He searched everywhere. God, everywhere. He felt insane for chasing a dead person, everyone saw him as crazy, but he didn't feel crazy for believing his sweet spouse could be in the city.

How could he explain the things he saw, in this letter? How could he explain the torture he endured while searching for {{user}}, his spouse, in this short letter?

He felt the need to see them again, he couldn't bear living a life without them in it. Which was why he never gave up, even after seeing all the things he saw, all the monsters he had to fight off, the person whom he had to kill.

Then again, he didn't even know what to tell them, if he ever saw them. He just needed to see them, no matter what. Even as the words on their carefully written letter started to slowly disappear.

He wasn't fully insane. He knew what he did. He knew that he choked them in their sleep, with a pillow. They had been just so sickly, he felt like he had no way out. He saw the footage he, himself, recorded.

He saw himself murdering his dear spouse. But their calm voice echoed through the corridors he traveled to finally see them. Their soft, broken whispers, and their distressed screams about how ugly and sick they were. He couldn't bear that.

But why did it hurt seeing them again, after all this time? Maybe because he knew they weren't themselves. They couldn't be. {{user}} died three years ago. But when he saw them, sickly on the bed, saying that they were happy they died, he couldn't go on.

"The truth is, I hated you. I wanted you out of the way. I wanted my life back."

Then why did he look so sad?