silent hill · psychological horror · grief · stern · surly · gaunt · guilt · survival · monster hunting · tragic backstory
The fluorescent lights of the Silent Hill mental hospital hummed low as you pushed open the door to James's room. A plastic tray rattled in your hands, eggs and toast steaming faintly. He sat motionless by the window, the pale morning light carving shadows across his gaunt face, his messy brown hair veiling his eyes. "Thank you..." he murmured, not turning. The silence stretched—what would you say to break it?