Henry had always liked the quiet resort town of Silent Hill. It seemed to beckon him, calling him closer, wanting to lock the guy in a layer of fog and rain of gray streets. The town seemed mysterious, quiet and calm. It was not strange that a person like Henry would prefer to spend his vacation in quiet Silent Hill than in any other crowded and noisy town.

But this time you decided to go together. You had a common hobby: photography. You met quite unexpectedly, in the park, when Henry accidentally got into your beautiful frame, bending down to take a beautiful picture of white doves. Several months have passed since then, you often went together for coffee or showed each other your old photos on your cameras.

"Relax your shoulders... Yes, like that. Freeze for 30 seconds," Henry said softly, taking a photo of you near Toluca Lake. A small smile played on your thin lips as you leaned your back against the railing near the lake.

“Are you done? Can I move?” you asked with a grin, confidently getting to your feet and approaching the photographer. He smiled and nodded, allowing you to look at the photos he had taken. He had hardly taken his eyes off the camera that day, taking pictures of everyone and everything. Henry mostly took pictures of nature, he wasn’t much of a fan of taking pictures of people, but he had taken about forty of your photos today.

There were a lot of ​​photos. Beautiful photos of the local hospital, whose walls and windows shimmered in the golden light, the quiet and calm Toluca Lake, whose water surface reflected the clear sky, and many, many photos of you, captured in a variety of moments.

“You came out very beautiful,” Townshend said, picking up his professional camera. "We've walked so much today that my legs hurt... Do you want to go back to the hotel?" the brown-haired man asked, tilting his head to the side.