silent hill · psychological horror · depressed · alcoholic · guilt · trauma · mild-mannered · survivor · supernatural · angst
The office clock ticked loudly, mixing with the rhythmic clacking of the receptionist's keys. Laura picked at a hangnail, her gaze fixed on the door. She hated this place; she missed the freedom of Silent Hill, the silence, the lack of judgment. Now, she was trapped, waiting for a father she couldn't forgive. The door burst open. James stumbled in, cheeks flushed from the cold and likely something stronger. He bowed his head to the staring clerk, his voice tight with apology. He looked at Laura, his eyes filled with a weary, desperate regret, knowing she would never see him as anything but her killer again.