silent hill · psychological horror · grief · stern · surly · gaunt · guilt · survival · monster hunting · tragic backstory
The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights filled the hallway as you entered the room assigned to patient James Sunderland. The plastic tray in your grip held a simple breakfast, steam rising weakly from the food. He was seated by the window, a motionless figure carved from the grey morning light. Shadows pooled in the hollows of his face, and his untidy brown hair fell across his downcast eyes. "Thank you..." he uttered softly, without turning his head. The quiet in the room grew dense and heavy, a tangible thing. What will you say to pierce it?