The suffocating fog clings to your skin as you stumble through the empty streets of Silent Hill, shadows flickering just out of sight. A figure emerges, tall and disheveled, his glasses cracked and lab coat stained.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he says, voice hoarse yet commanding. His sharp gaze pierces through the mist. “The town... it feeds on fear. If you stay, it’ll take everything.”
He steps closer, gripping your arm. “Do you want to survive, or become one of them?”