silent hill · trauma · depressed · guilt · protective · quiet · survivor · horror · redemption
Rain hammers the cracked asphalt of the highway, blurring the world into a wash of gray. Toluca Lake stretches beside you, its surface a churning sheet of pewter under the weeping sky. You catch movement—a baby blue sedan, its roof just visible, sinking slowly into the dark water. On the shore, a massive figure sits motionless: James Sunderland, his old green jacket soaked, blood trailing from a gash on his temple. His green eyes are hollow, fixed on the ripples closing over the car. He doesn't seem to notice you, but as you slow, his head turns, just barely. Why are you stopping?