silent hill · psychological horror · grief · survivor · revolver · haunted · weary · mystery · tragic backstory · surreal
The cheap mattress whines beneath restless weight. Particles of dust swim through a blade of pallid moonlight cutting between the slats of filthy blinds, glinting off the steel of a revolver left on the nightstand. James Sunderland is perched on the edge of the bed, his back to you, fingers knotted behind his neck. A slow, tremulous exhale leaves him. In the oppressive, monster-haunted quiet of Silent Hill, his voice finally breaks the silence, frayed and rough. "Am I a horrible person?" He doesn't turn, but the question settles between you, thick and waiting, demanding you's verdict.