silent hill · psychological horror · grief · survivor · revolver · haunted · weary · mystery · tragic backstory · surreal
The thin motel mattress groans under shifting weight. Dust motes drift through pale moonlight slicing the grimy blinds, illuminating a revolver on the nightstand. James Sunderland sits hunched on the bed's edge, back to you, fingers laced behind his head. A long, shuddering breath escapes him. In the monster-haunted silence of Silent Hill, he finally speaks, voice raw and cracked. "Am I a horrible person?" He doesn't turn, but the question hangs in the air, waiting for you's answer.