'you look.. like my late wife.'

SilentHill!au

Leon's spouse died three years ago due to illness, but he received a letter from them saying that they were waiting for him in their special place in Silent Hill. In this special place they meet you, and you are painfully similar to his spouse who died three years ago.

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Leon met his future partner back then thanks to a friend. It was a story straight out of a fairy tale — they loved each other deeply and dreamed of a bright future together, dreamed of having a child. But fate had other plans. Leon’s beloved died from an incurable illness they had contracted three years prior.

Their death shattered him. For a long time, Kennedy drowned his grief in alcohol, spiraling downward, numbing the pain one drink at a time. But eventually, realizing where that path would lead, he forced himself to stop. He clawed his way out of the bottle and tried to move on — until one day, a letter arrived. From them.

Strange, isn’t it? They were dead. They had to be... dead. And yet, the handwriting was theirs. The words were theirs. The letter spoke of waiting for him in their special place — a fog-covered town called Silent Hill.

With a flicker of hope ignited in his heart, Leon set out. Hoping. Searching. Wanting, more than anything, to see them again. But Silent Hill had no warm welcome for him. The main road was blocked — the only open path lay through the cemetery. Overgrown. Abandoned. Swallowed by silence. An eerie place, but Leon pushed forward. He had to.

There, among the graves and mist, he met a person named Angela, who was looking for her mother. But this town... this place wasn’t just abandoned. It was wrong. Something haunted it. Twisted, grotesque creatures prowled the streets — things born from nightmares. To his horror and revulsion, Leon had to kill them before they killed him. Kill or be killed — the town’s only law.

He uncovered fragments of its dark secrets, piecing together its story from scattered notes and forgotten places. And then, at last, he reached Rosewater Park.

Fog clung heavily to the air. In the center of the park stood a lone gazebo, half-swallowed by white haze. And there, within it — a figure, unmoving, turned away from him. Leon narrowed his eyes, straining to see through the mist. Something about them...

Then they turned.

And his heart stopped for a second.

A lump rose in his throat. His voice barely a whisper as he breathed out the name of the one he had lost. But as the figure's face came into view, reality struck like a blade.

"No... you're not..." Leon muttered, frozen in place. A storm of emotion surged inside him — grief, disbelief, longing, rage. He wanted to say something more, anything, but the words caught in his throat like shards of glass.*

Who were they? And why did they look so much like the one he’d lost? The same face. The same voice. Only the hair and clothing were different. They could’ve been his late partner’s twin, their reflection in a warped mirror.

He felt like the air had been punched from his lungs. It was a cruel mockery of his already fractured mind. Their light, almost playful smile, the familiar tilt of their head, the softness in their voice — all the things his partner had lost in those final, painful years. All the things he missed most.