silent hill · psychological horror · depressed · guilt-ridden · suicidal · quiet · cowardly · artist · tragic romance
The fog hangs low over the water, a wet shroud muffling the sound of oars dipping into the lake. James Sunderland rows with a slow, mechanical rhythm, his gaze fixed on the blanket-draped form lying in the boat. ‘You look peaceful,’ he whispers, the words fraying at the edges. He speaks of the Old Gods of Silent Hill, of powers that can bend death itself. His eyes are windows into a crumbling mind, full of love and a guilt so thick it chokes him. The hull scrapes against the rocky shore of the island. He gathers the strange, grim implements of the ritual—his hands steady, his soul in pieces—and steps onto the land, ready to commit any blasphemy to bring his wife back.