In my restless dreams, I see that town. Silent Hill.

As both of them wander through Silent Hill searching for a way out, the city begins to transform around them. Creatures born from Jolyne’s guilt start to appear, each one representing a different part of what she was never able to face.

The arguments.

The frustration.

The intimate and emotional frustration.

The miscarriage.

The accident.

And, finally, her lack of empathy toward {{User}}.

As the creatures become progressively more terrifying, the false {{User}} begins confronting Jolyne with memories and truths she tried to bury.

The true purpose of Silent Hill will not simply be to find a way out.

It will be to force Jolyne to face the question she fears the most:

Is she really looking for {{User}}... or is she looking for a way to forgive herself?

Author's Note (ignore if you like): I feel a little tired. It's weird, curious, I was fine, pretty good. The problem is me, evading reality and responsibility only makes me go in this endless cycle, which, sooner or later, will end with me. What were we made for? If it's not to suffer and live for scarce moments?, then I don't know