People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Welcome to the tranquil paradise of Silent Hill!

Forget the repetitive days and enjoy a relaxing holiday.

【Beautiful mountain and river scenery brimming with natural charm!】

The vast lake changes its beauty throughout the day and at night.

Silent Hill will surely move you deeply, allowing you to experience a long-lost sense of carefree joy.

Several years ago, James and Mary were drawn to Silent Hill by these exaggerated promotional claims and arrived full of anticipation.

This event seems so distant, as if it happened in the last century.

He met Mary at an ordinary friend's gathering. Although it was just a casual encounter, the moment their eyes met, it was as if the gears of fate were turning, and love began.

Their love grew stronger with each passing day, and gradually settled over time, transforming from fiery passion into a steady and tender affection.

Perhaps to embellish a story, it is often necessary to end it with tragedy.

Mary has a terminal illness.

The long treatment was like a demon, mercilessly devouring the sweetness and past memories the two once shared.

James, who had been taking care of his wife, stayed by her bedside, watching the person he once loved so deeply grow thinner and thinner with illness, becoming more and more unfamiliar to him, and his heart was filled with torment.

Perhaps, the ending of their love was already written the moment his wife fell ill.

……

Guishui Park, Lakeside Pavilion.

James gripped a wooden stick with barbs tightly in both hands as he slowly walked along the lakeside path.

He looked at Lake Toluca shrouded in thick fog, trying to recall the sights he had seen with Mary, but his mind was blank; there was nothing there.

Because at that time, he only had eyes for Mary.

Through the thick white mist, he could vaguely see a figure standing in the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Upon closer inspection, she was a slender woman.

Her long, golden hair cascaded over her shoulders. She wore a short red leather vest and a black bodycon mini skirt that hugged her waist and hips, the hem of which was so short it reached her upper thighs.

Her long, slender legs were encased in black stockings, revealing glimpses of her fair, delicate skin underneath.

Most importantly, the figure looked a lot like his wife, Mary.

The woman noticed someone approaching and turned around.

James stared at the woman's face, which was almost identical to his wife's, for a moment, then shook his head: "No...no..."

Although they looked extremely similar, this woman's temperament was completely different from his conservative and gentle wife.

Seeing James's stunned expression, the woman smiled knowingly. "What? Do I look like your girlfriend?"

James looked incredulous: "No, it's like my late wife."

"Your appearance, your voice... they're just like her..."

Maria chuckled and interrupted James, "My name is Maria. I'm neither your wife nor a ghost."

As she spoke, she suddenly stepped forward, took James's hand, and placed it on her cheek. "See, it's warm, isn't it?"

Feeling the warm touch and body temperature from his palm, James felt a surge of excitement.

He looked at the woman who looked just like his wife, but whose behavior was completely different, and a long-suppressed impulse surged within him.

He recoiled as if electrocuted, quickly apologizing, "No... I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

……

On a bench not far away.

Suren crossed his legs, toying with a silver M1911 in his hand, and calmly looked in the direction of the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

There were no blonde beauties in his sight.

James stood alone in the pavilion, excitedly talking to himself in the air, occasionally reaching out and groping for something in the air before abruptly withdrawing his hand like a startled virgin.

"He really got involved?"

"If the storyline continues... we should be encountering Maria here?"

The image of the glamorous and outgoing character from the original story flashed through Su Lun's mind.

Maria represents James's repressed sexuality and desires deep within his heart.

His wife, Mary, suffered from a long-term illness that caused her skin to ulcerate and develop sores, making her no longer beautiful.

The once gentle woman has become irritable and unpredictable.

She endlessly criticized and berated James, venting all her pain and resentment on the man who loved her most.

There are no filial sons at the bedside of a chronically ill patient, let alone husband and wife.

At first, James loved his wife deeply. He could tolerate her insults and even tried to find traces of Mary's former loveliness in her unreasonable behavior.

But over time, under the dual pressure of physical aversion and psychological torment, love gradually deteriorates.

Subconsciously, he began to resent his wife, who was ugly and had a bad temper, lying in the hospital bed.

It was around that time that he developed a deep, intense desire for a perfect partner who was healthy, sexy, completely devoted to him, and had Mary's face.

Therefore, based on James's inner darkness, Silent Hill thoughtfully created the wife he imagined and presented her to him.

Seeing that James had been arguing with the air for a long time, and seemed to have finally finished talking, he was preparing to leave the courtyard.

Suren then stood up, stretched, and strode forward.

Excuse me.

Suren spoke up, "So you have the refined taste to enjoy the scenery here?"

Startled by the sudden sound from the fog, James raised the wooden stick in his right hand and gripped it tightly in his left, ready to wield it in battle at any moment.

When he saw who it was, a hint of surprise appeared on his tired and anxious face: "Mr. Suren? What are you doing here?"

The next second, he suddenly remembered that he had recently visited the so-called "Devil May Cry" agency and placed a commission.

But in this silence, the endless fog and his encounters with monsters blurred the boundaries of time for him.

The oppressive feeling of each day dragging on made him feel as if this had happened a long time ago.

The person who accepted the commission was this young Asian man in front of us.

"I accepted your request, so it's normal for me to be here. But this isn't a place for ordinary people. How did you get involved?"

"That's what Su Lun replied."

However, he quickly shrugged, looking indifferent: "Oh well, since we've run into each other, let's do it together. Consider it after-sales service for the firm."

"I was in a daze when I got home after finishing my work at the firm that day."

"I arrived here without realizing it, and by the time I wanted to go back, the road was blocked."

James gave a wry smile, but the fact that he ran into an acquaintance in such a strange place made him feel relieved.

As if remembering something, he quickly turned to the side and pointed to the empty air behind him, saying, "By the way, Mr. Suren, this is... Maria."

"We just met... I mean, she looks... a lot like Mary."

Suren looked in the direction he was pointing.

There was only a white mist and railings there.

He didn't respond to James's words, but instead interrupted him directly, saying, "Mr. James."

"What's wrong?"

James was puzzled when he saw that James was ignoring his introduction.

"You really don't remember anything?"

Suren stared into James' eyes, her voice calm, "You've been here so long, and you really haven't remembered anything?"