People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

James, you promised me you'd take me back there someday, to that special town, but you didn't keep your promise.

Now, I'm all alone there, in our old haunt—Silent Hill.

Love, Mary

"This is it...Silent Hill."

Suren stood by the broken roadside, her dark red trench coat stained with a little dust.

He looked down at the mist-shrouded cliff below, kicked a rock, and the stone flew into the mist, where it remained silent for a long time.

Then, Suren folded the envelope, put it inside the lining, and sighed inwardly.

This haunted place, which had terrified me countless times in front of the screen in my past life, is now truly beneath my feet.

As a time traveler, he knew the dangers of this town better than anyone else.

The terror here doesn't simply stem from some kind of monster, but from its ability to see into the sins and darkness within the hearts of every person who enters.

I came here because of a request.

A few days ago, a man named James came to his uncle Dante's office.

According to him, he recently received a letter from his wife Mary, who had passed away three years ago, saying that she was waiting for James in Silent Hill.

As for the absurdity of the dead being reborn, his white-haired uncle completely looked down on it. In his words:

"Heartwarming dramas like 'Finding a Wife' are more suitable for young people like myself."

So he was kicked out.

"What do you mean by 'finding a wife who's more suitable for me'...?"

Suren muttered to himself, "Has the old man sensed the demonic bloodline within me?"

As a time traveler, he naturally had his own system.

The system's function is simple: when it detects a request or commission from someone else, it will issue a task, and reward and points will be given upon completion of the task.

The unawakened demonic bloodline within him was obtained by accumulating points over the years while following Dante on missions.

A moment later, he noticed obvious impact marks on the guardrail not far away, with several dark brake marks extending into the depths of the thick fog.

In the fog, a white SUV was parked across the roadside, its front end crashed into the mountainside, and its hood was sticking up.

The passenger door was open, and looking inside, a woman was lying unconscious on the driver's side steering wheel.

The woman had short blonde hair and wore a beige coat; blood from her forehead slid down her pale cheeks.

Suren raised her hand and tapped lightly twice on the car window: "Madam? Are you alright?"

The woman inside the car groaned in pain and slowly raised her head.

When she saw a smiling but somewhat lazy Chinese man standing outside the car, her eyes instantly became alert, and she instinctively grabbed the car door.

"Who are you?"

"Don't be nervous, ma'am, I don't look like someone who would commit a crime."

Suren took a few steps back and raised his hands to indicate that he posed no threat.

"My name is Suren, and I'm a private investigator who happened to be passing by."

"Surren? A private investigator?"

The woman murmured to herself.

Perhaps it was because of Suren's handsome and calm face, or perhaps it was his composure, that her tense nerves relaxed a little.

She wiped the blood from her forehead and gave her name: "Ross, my name is Ross da Silva..."

The next second, she seemed to remember something and turned to look at the passenger seat next to her.

The passenger door was half-open, and occasionally a snowflake or two would drift in.

"Sharon?!"

Ignoring his injuries, Ross got up, looked at the back seat, and after confirming that no one was there, stumbled out of the car.

She circled the car, cupped her hands to her mouth, and shouted into the fog:

"Sharon! Where are you?! Sharon! Answer me!!"

Suren watched this scene quietly without saying anything.

In the original story, Sharon seems to have been guided and entered the depths of Silent Hill in a sleepwalking state.

When Rose returned, staggering through the fog, searching around, her bloodshot eyes were fixed on Suren.

Suren saw through her suspicion and calmly said, "Ms. Ross, you were the only one in the car when I arrived. If I wanted to take your daughter away, I wouldn't have woken you up."

"Then why are you here?"

Ross's voice was still full of distrust.

"As mentioned before, I am a private investigator, and I am here to find a friend's wife."

As Suren spoke, she pulled out a high-quality license from the lining of her coat and handed it over.

Ross took the license.

The photo above is of Suren, and the organization's name is printed with a flamboyant logo.

Devil May Cry.

Although she had never heard of this strange firm, the license bearing the official seal reassured her somewhat.

Suren looked at the other person and smiled slightly: "Perhaps I can help you find your missing daughter? After all, in a place like this, having one more person can't hurt, can it?"

Ross paused, staring at Suren's overly youthful face, her tone tinged with doubt:

"You just said you came here to find another woman. How can you find the energy to take on other requests while handling one?"

"That doesn't sound very professional."

"major?"

Suren seemed to have heard a funny joke, and the image of that white-haired uncle eating pizza while kicking the devil's head like a ball flashed through her mind.

"Madam, no one will turn down money. Finding one person is the same as finding two. To me, it's just a piece of cake."

Suren shrugged indifferently.

Ross, seeing the other's confident words and glancing around at the thick fog, had no other choice but to look solemnly at Suren:

"I'm willing to pay any amount as long as you can bring Sharon back safely."

【Ding! 】

[Side Quest Triggered: Motherly Love]

[Mission Objective: Assist Ross in finding his daughter Sharon and ensure Ross's survival.]

[Task Reward: 500 points]

"As expected, there was a mission. It wasn't for nothing that I fooled them."

As the system notification sounded in his mind, Suren inwardly gave himself a thumbs up for his cleverness.

Just then, his eyes suddenly turned cold—

Something is approaching in the fog.

He drew a pistol from his waist.

The pistol is silver-white overall, with intricate patterns carved on the body. The grip is covered with a dark red wooden handguard, giving it a solid feel.

He tossed the pistol into the air, caught it with his backhand, and smoothly cocked it with a single, clean pull.

This modified M1911 weighed far more than an ordinary pistol, but in his hands it was as light as a toy.

"I accept your request, madam."

Suren raised his gun with one hand, pointing it diagonally into the depths of the thick fog.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

The SUV's car radio suddenly started crackling with static, like someone scratching a blackboard with their fingernails, which sounded particularly eerie in the silent fog.

"What...is that?"

Ross exclaimed and pointed into the fog.

In the mist, a strange silhouette staggered toward the two of them.

Its upper body was bound by a layer of waxy yellow skin, and it had no arms.

Her lower body has a pair of sexy long legs, and a hideous wound runs vertically from her head to her lower abdomen.

"An armless person?"

Suren raised an eyebrow. These monsters usually only operate in the core area of ​​Silent Hill, so why would they appear on the outskirts so early?

"Take care of yourself, Ms. Ross."

Suren whispered his instructions.

The next second, he lunged forward, his red figure flashing through the mist, and in a few breaths he was already in front of the monster.

Startled, the monster's chest and abdomen began to undulate, and its upper body leaned back slightly, as if it were preparing something.

"The casting animation is too long, man."

Suren pursed his lips, exerted force from his waist and abdomen, twisted his body and swept out with a horizontal leg.

"boom--"

With a muffled thud, the monster was kicked off the ground and crashed to the ground a short distance away.

It let out a strange cry, kicked its feet frantically on the ground, and twisted its body, trying to disappear back into the fog.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Suren's boots were already on its constantly twisting head, and the silver M1911 lifted up accordingly.

"knock off."

A flash of fire disappeared in the fog, and the specially made ammunition blasted the monster's head apart, splattering green blood everywhere.

Suren looked down at the boots with disgust, then shook her legs, trying to get rid of the stains.

He turned to look at Ross, who was not far away.

The woman was clearly terrified by the gunshot; her face was deathly pale, and she was staggering toward them.

Only after confirming that the monster in front of her had been dealt with and seeing that Suren looked unharmed did her tense body relax slightly.

Her gaze was drawn to the pistol that Suren was holding at his side, with wisps of white smoke still rising from its muzzle.

Suren noticed the nervous yet curious look in her eyes, twirled the gun gracefully, and neatly put it away: "Don't worry, ma'am."

"As a private investigator, it's perfectly reasonable to carry some weapons for self-defense, right?"

Rose nodded somewhat fearfully, then looked at the mangled corpse on the ground and asked with lingering fear:

"What...is this?"

"The armless man represents the deepest fear in Silent Hill. He also symbolizes the desires imprisoned in the hearts of some."

As Su Lun was explaining, his expression suddenly changed, and he turned to look at the distant mountain peak.

In the thick fog, a little girl in a blue dress stood quietly on a high place.

Her dark eyes were fixed on Suren, her pale face devoid of color and expression.