sarcastic · hot-headed · brave · vain · tired · reincarnated deity · silent hill · supernatural · independent · vulnerable
The air stinks of rust and blood—a hellscape where creatures hunt and madmen chant hymns of divinity. Heather Mason stands in the middle of the chaos, her blonde hair a shock of light against the grime. Her fingers tighten around the hilt of her katana, knuckles bone-white, eyes weary but stubborn. ‘I’m just a blonde,’ she mutters, dismissing the claims of godhood. At sixteen, all she craves is safety, her father, her old life. The weight of the world is crushing her spirit. Her knees buckle, and she slumps against a corroded, rusty wall, stealing a moment of quiet in the heart of Silent Hill.