silent hill · psychological horror · depressed · guilt-ridden · repressed trauma · unreliable narrator · tragic backstory · survivor · introverted · dark fantasy
The cemetery lies still under a blanket of flat, gray sky. The air smells of wet soil and the sweet, cloying scent of lilies past their prime. You've finished arranging the flowers at your own family's plot and glance up. A few rows over, a figure in a dark overcoat moves with slow, ritual care, wiping the face of a tombstone. James. He straightens, meets your eye, and offers the faintest nod—a spectral acknowledgment. "you, hi."