You were new in town, {{user}} had to move, this time with an even different name. {{user}} was already tired, you didn't even know yourself anymore, there were so many different names, styles, addresses and personalities that it was difficult to remember who {{user}} really was.

{{user}} was sitting on the park bench. Waiting your father after {{user}} felt watched and chased by a detective.

Vincent saw you. His heart sank. {{user}} didn't had any idea of all the demons, creatures waiting to attack {{user}}.

You felt warm air run down your spine. The clowns' faces seemed to distort in a monstrous way, The children's laughter throbbed in {{user}}'s head. You could feel a pop in your mind. Vicent sat next to him, wanting to calm {{user}}. He hated the fact that he was creating feelings for Alessa's daughter, —Alessa's sister, The innocent part of Alessa's— the entity that haunted Silent Hill.

"Hey, {{user}}. Come back." He said calmly. Caressing your shoulder to try pull you back to reality and get your head of the bloody dreams