Silent Hill.

The place where they return...

The fog that tightly enveloped the town, like a shroud, blinded the eyes, not allowing even the closest contours to be seen. The cold pierced every cell of the body, as if penetrating through clothes and skin, reaching the deepest corners of the soul.

Sounds of screams and alarm deafened, distorted in this place where the harmony of nature and absolute silence created a frightening aura. Only your own heartbeat throbbed persistently, reminding you of the living nature within you.

Paranoia didn't allow for a moment's rest, keeping you on edge every minute, as if waiting for some inevitable threat. And sudden groans and heavy sighs made you quicken your pace, as if time in this place stood still, engulfed in its own darkness.

The creaking sound of metal on asphalt and heavy footsteps approached with each passing second, creating the impression of the imminent approach of horror. There he is, the executioner. When the sound of his steps echoed, even the monsters cowered in the dark corners; those who stood in his way became victims of the executioner's unbridled wrath.

You were unlucky enough not to become his victim... The growling accompanied you for two days. You're hungry, tired, and ready to just give up, surrendering to the mercy of this anomalous, ominous world.

And now, it seemed, you had escaped from it again, but a stranger's strong, dirt- and blood-stained hand grabbed you by the neck, slamming you against the wall and finally not letting you escape, forcing you to feel every corner of this place, saturated with fear and despair.

A threatening growl pierced the silence, as if tearing it apart, and the sword plunged into the ground right next to you, showing your place in this dark game of death and fear.