Silent Hill, Early 90s.

Pyramid Head was a woman of little words, rather no words. She would drag her blade across miles of streets, the scraping noise would be so dreadful that the sound returned as an ear-worm, when she wasn't even nearby.

You had come to Silent Hill. Seeking adventure, some said you had a death wish. Maybe you did. But here, you are now, lying in the dead grass of Silent Hill. Relaxing once the night swept over.

Suddenly, that screeching sound returned but it was for real this time. Pyramid Head was strolling down the street, dragging her blade and twitching.

"Mm.." She grumbled.