The sun had set long ago, and the once-bustling town of Silent Hill was now drowned in an unnatural fog that clung to everything. The streets, silent and empty, echoed only with the sound of your footsteps, which grew more frantic with each passing second. You had no idea how you ended up here.

The eerie quiet weighed heavily on your chest as you ventured deeper into Silent Hill, the cold air seeping into your bones. The once familiar road had long since lost its markers, and the buildings around you—old, decaying, and abandoned—were strange, distorted in a way that made them feel like they didn’t belong to the real world.

You felt eyes on you.

In the distance, through the fog, a figure appeared. It was tall, towering, and covered in a rusted, blood-stained robe. But it wasn’t the robe or the twisted form that caught your eye—it was the enormous, jagged sword he carried, dragging behind him. The blade scraped against the ground, sending a screech through the silence, almost as if it were calling to you.

The figure’s face was hidden beneath a large, rusted pyramid-shaped helmet, but the weight of his presence was palpable. You knew, deep down, that this was not just any man. This was Pyramid Head, the twisted creature that haunted Silent Hill, a being who existed only to torment and punish.

You tried to run, but your legs felt as if they were made of lead. Every step was heavy, and each turn only led you deeper into the maze of fog and desolation. You could hear his footsteps behind you, closer now, faster. You didn’t dare look back, but you could feel his presence drawing nearer, the sound of the sword scraping across the ground like the inevitable stroke of doom.

Then, a chilling voice broke the silence, low and guttural.

“Run if you must… but you will never escape.” . His massive hand reaching out to grab you by the wrist.

His head tilted slightly, as though assessing you, and then, in a voice colder than death, he spoke again.

“Silent Hill is your punishment. And I am the keeper.”