Alex and Heather found themselves back in the rusty alternate world of Silent Hill. They were both in the girls’ bathroom—the very place Heather herself had led them to. She had this strange, almost obsessive feeling: as though she had to come here and see something. Following that inner pull, Heather brought Alex to the girls’ bathroom—and here, once again, memories that didn’t belong to her flickered through her mind.

From what Heather managed to grasp, she was somehow connected to Alessa Gillespie. But how and why—she still didn’t know and couldn’t understand. And when she opened the second-to-last stall in the girls’ bathroom, a sharp wave of fear and anxiety crashed over her.

In those memories surfacing in her head, Heather saw everything from Alessa’s point of view. And seeing these memories tied to the girls’ bathroom, she felt as though she was being watched. As though horrible, perverted eyes were staring at her from the neighboring stall—the very one where Alex had found the janitor’s corpse. The key to the clock tower had been sticking out of the dead man’s pocket.

Looking at the janitor’s corpse, beyond the revolting stench of decay, Heather felt fear and dread so intense that her throat tightened and her breathing became shallow and rapid.

When Alex suggested checking the Clock Tower, Heather wordlessly agreed—the main thing was to get out of this place as quickly as possible.

But the moment they approached the door to leave the girls’ bathroom, a piercing siren blared—sharp enough to cut through their ears. And once again, they began to be pulled into the alternate world of Silent Hill.

To top it all off, when the shift finally completed, the janitor’s corpse came back to life—turning into a monster. The body, twisted with iron wire, began to twitch; the wire creaked and tightened with a sickening scrape, flesh tore, and dark blood dripped onto the rusty floor.

Heather barely had time to feel another surge of terror before Alex crushed the monster-janitor’s head under his boot in the very same instant. The crunch of bone, the wet squelch of pulverized flesh—and the monster went still.

In that exact moment, Heather felt something strange—as though she had just shed a long-buried, deeply rooted fear that had lived inside her for years.

Alex, with a faint smile, walked past Heather and gently stroked her hair—soothingly, tenderly. Of course he saw the relief in her eyes and knew exactly why it was there.

All of this was connected to that janitor—the one who used to peep on the Midwich schoolgirls in the bathroom, especially Alessa. From the teacher’s diary Alex had burned earlier in the staff room, he had learned: this was the same janitor who had repeatedly tried to lure Alessa somewhere. The teacher had stopped him every time, but it never stopped him from continuing to spy on the girls. It was because of him that Alessa developed a deep fear of men who stared too intently—and in the alternate world, that fear had turned him into a monster instead of just a mangled corpse.

No matter how much Alex wanted to torture this janitor even more—he knew it wasn’t worth the time.

When Alex touched the door handle to leave the girls’ bathroom, the radio clipped to his pocket once again erupted in loud, grating static—like interference on an old receiver.

Realizing there was a monster on the other side, Alex activated his magical sight to peer through the metal. Right outside the girls’ bathroom door stood a Grey Child—pale, clutching a rusty knife. Its grayish-green skin glistened in the dim red light; its eyes were empty and ravenous.

As usual, a completely insane plan instantly formed in Alex’s head—and he happily decided to carry it out.

In that moment, Alex yanked the door open hard. There was a loud bang as the door slammed into something solid—followed by the dull thud of flesh against metal. The child-monster was flung backward by the impact and crashed into the school lockers, momentarily dazed.

Heather didn’t even have time to process what was happening before Alex had already stepped out into the corridor. She followed—and saw him quickly tying up the Grey Child and stuffing a rag into its mouth.

“What are you going to do with it?” Heather asked, watching Alex’s actions.

“Well, look. We’re in the Otherworld right now—which means monsters everywhere. Back in the apartments we managed to avoid most of them because we basically took a shortcut. But now we’re in the school. And that means there could be even more of these bastards wandering the halls,” Alex said, holding the Grey Child by the scruff.

“I get that, but I still don’t understand—why do you need this monster? Why did you tie it up? Are you trying to scare the other monsters away or something?” Heather asked, completely lost.

Alex looked at Heather—her eyes were full of genuine confusion. With a slight smile, he decided to show her instead of explaining.

He beckoned Heather to follow and carried the Grey Child farther down the distorted, rust-covered dark corridor of Midwich Elementary.

The alternate Midwich looked even bleaker than before: locker doors had rotted away, and inside them hung chunks of flesh from which crimson liquid dripped onto the floor. The floor itself was a rusty grate, and beneath it lay pitch-black nothingness—leading who-knows-where. At the same time, from that darkness came the sound of creaking, spinning machinery and the groan of an old ventilation fan.

And the radio on Alex’s coat pocket kept blaring loud, drawn-out static—not just because of the Grey Child he was carrying, but because of the sheer number of monsters in this place.

Alex carefully led Heather until they reached an empty classroom—no monsters, just rotting desks and foot-sized beetles. The moment the beetles saw Alex and Heather, they charged. Seeing them, Heather felt intense revulsion and immediately stomped the first one flat. The moment her boot came down there was a nauseating sticky crunch that sent shivers down her spine.

“That’s just disgusting,” Heather said, desperately trying to wipe the beetle guts off her shoe on anything she could find.

“Beetles are like that. Now stay here and don’t go anywhere. It’s gonna get loud,” Alex said after making sure the classroom was safe.

Heather still didn’t understand what Alex planned to do with the child-monster. Alex himself stepped back into the corridor and moved a bit farther away. Propping the Grey Child against a locker, he slipped his backpack off and—under Heather’s watchful gaze—reached inside.

In reality, he reached into his inventory and pulled out a vacuum grenade and a roll of duct tape. While Heather watched, Alex hummed a little tune as he duct-taped the vacuum bomb to the Grey Child’s body.

Once he finished securing it, Alex glanced around and quickly drew an attention-drawing rune on the floor—so his plan would definitely work.

Heather couldn’t see exactly what he was doing—all she saw was him tying something to the child-monster. After the final preparations, Alex took a nail from his pocket and drove it straight into the Grey Child’s head. Instantly, a blood-curdling scream erupted—Heather clapped her hands over her ears.

Before she could even comprehend what was happening, Alex had already pushed her back into the classroom and partially closed the doors—leaving a narrow crack through which they could see the corridor.

“Why is it screaming so loud? What did you do to it?” Heather asked, staring at Alex who was peeking through the gap.

“Standard procedure. If you want to lure out prey—catch one and make it call the rest for help. Hear that? They’re already coming toward the screams,” Alex said, nodding toward the shrieking Grey Child.

“All I hear is it screaming!” Heather said, still covering her ears.

Alex beckoned Heather closer. She crouched beside him and covered the flashlight with her palm so it wouldn’t give them away. Peeking through the crack, she saw more and more Grey Children gathering in the corridor.

They all looked identical—pale, grayish-green creatures clutching knives. They filled the hallway, darting back and forth as though they didn’t understand what was happening or what to do.

Heather looked at Alex, waiting for the next part. And in that moment, Alex pulled a small remote from his pocket and—with a wide grin—pressed the button. What happened next left Heather in utter shock.

The instant he pressed it, all the Grey Children were violently repelled from the center for a split second—then immediately began to be pulled inward, literally grinding into chunks of flesh, forming one massive ball. Within moments, every Grey Child that had filled the school corridor had been compressed into one enormous sphere of meat oozing dark blood.

Heather wasn’t shocked by what they had become, but by how they had become that giant ball of flesh.

“And that’s it. Corridors are relatively clear now. Time to move on. Next stop—central courtyard and the Clock Tower,” Alex said, slipping the remote back into his pocket.

“What the hell was that? How did those monsters turn into… that?” Heather asked, pointing at the ball of flesh in the corridor.

“Just a small-radius vacuum grenade. My personal design—never lets me down,” Alex said, giving a thumbs-up.

Heather’s jaw dropped in shock—she closed it again without knowing what to even comment on. All she could do was nod in stunned silence.

Alex chuckled lightly at her reaction, opened the classroom door, and stepped into the corridor. Glancing at the ball of flesh that used to be a pack of Grey Children, he continued down the hall—searching for the exit to the central courtyard. He remembered the painting in the staff room—the one with the chained door.

Heather hurried after him so she wouldn’t fall behind.

Farther down the school corridor they ran into a rusty wall blocking the way forward. Instead of looking for a detour, Alex pulled a pair of heavy-duty metal cutters from his backpack.

“I see you brought everything. Fire axe, crowbar, and now bolt cutters too,” Heather said, watching him.

“I prefer to be prepared for anything that might happen. And when you’re going somewhere like this—a kit like this is a necessity,” Alex said, using the cutters to slice through the metal mesh.

Alex stopped cutting and nodded to Heather, signaling she could pass. Heather stepped forward and began squeezing through the grate. The moment she reached the other side—she heard a strange call coming from the darkness.

Heather frowned slightly, hearing a child’s voice calling her name. She turned toward Alex—he was already halfway through the grate.

“What’s wrong, Cheryl?” Alex asked.

“I don’t know… It felt like someone was calling me…” Heather began—until her body was suddenly jerked.

Alex saw it: in an instant, iron wire wrapped around Heather’s waist—and in the next moment yanked her into the darkness.

Seeing Heather get dragged away, Alex forced himself through the rest of the grate—literally tearing it apart with his hands—threw his backpack on, and sprinted after her.

Alex reached a fork and quickly scanned both directions to figure out which way Heather had been taken. In just one second—he lost sight of her. And that irritated him—he had tried so hard not to let her out of his sight.

“Cheryl! Where are you?!” Alex shouted, running down the dark, rusty corridor of the alternate school.

“Help!” Heather’s distant cry came from the left corridor.

Hearing where her voice was coming from, Alex bolted in that direction. He kept running through the endless dark hallway. When a huge monster resembling conjoined twins blocked his path, Alex simply rammed it with his shoulder. The creature burst like a balloon—spilling guts and blood in every direction and splattering Alex’s clothes.

Alex kept running, following Heather’s cries echoing from the darkness—until he suddenly stopped at the edge of a sheer drop.

He quickly looked down and saw a strange mechanism glowing bright red far below. Raising his eyes, he spotted a passage ahead—and Heather’s silhouette being dragged into it.

Alex pushed off the ledge—leaping across the bottomless chasm—and landed on the other side near the passage where Heather had been taken. Without hesitation, he dashed after her.

The moment Alex rounded the corner—he saw a corridor filled with various monsters born from Alessa’s fears, blocking his way forward. The hallway was lit by dim red light, swarming with creatures. And at the very end of that long corridor, Alex saw Heather—being pulled by iron wire to who-knows-where.

“This isn’t funny at all. Whoever dragged Heather away is about to have a very bad time,” Alex muttered irritably, pulling the fire axe from his backpack.

As if mocking his words, iron grates slammed down across the entire long corridor, blocking his path forward.

Seeing this, Alex clicked his tongue in annoyance, put the axe back, and ripped a chunk of rusty pipe from the wall.

Alex exhaled a cloud of white vapor—and flames erupted around him. The monsters immediately reacted, charging toward him.

Alex took one step forward—and vanished from his spot, leaving dozens of fiery trails on the rusty floor.

He killed every monster in his path with particular brutality: tearing some apart, impaling others on rusty pipes and nailing them to walls or the floor. Iron grates he simply kicked down to keep moving forward.

Grabbing one monster, Alex swung it like a baseball bat—smashing the others with it. When his living weapon broke, he ripped another piece of rusty pipe from the wall and continued deeper into the corridor.

By the time Alex reached the end, the entire hallway behind him was littered with monster corpses. Some were skewered on rusty pipes like kebabs; larger ones had been torn apart with bare hands.

Alex stood at the passage, gripping the neck of a distorted mannequin-monster whose mouth was filled with sharp teeth. The monster reached for Alex—who was covered head to toe in blood, face completely blank.

Alex gave the mannequin-monster a brief glance—and simply crushed its neck, tossing the body aside.

Stepping into the next passage, Alex saw a room with no floor. Looking down into the pitch-black abyss—from which came the sound of working machinery—Alex stepped into the void and fell.

Meanwhile, Heather—who had been abducted earlier—lay on the floor of what looked like an ordinary school classroom. The room was clean and tidy—no dust, no trace of anything associated with Silent Hill.

Heather’s eyelids fluttered—and she slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was a normal ceiling with working lights. She squinted slightly at the brightness.

When her eyes adjusted, she sat up—trying to remember what had happened. She quickly recalled: something had grabbed her and dragged her down the corridor. The last thing she remembered was Alex’s face at the end of the hall. After that—darkness. And now she was awake in this classroom.

Heather moved her hand, feeling for her pistol. Finding it, she immediately grabbed it and began looking around to figure out where she was.

Standing up, Heather walked to the window and looked outside. What surprised her—there was no fog; just an ordinary school courtyard in the middle of the day.

Heather tried to open the window—but no matter how hard she pushed, the wooden frame seemed glued shut. Not understanding where she was or what was happening, Heather began searching the room for anything that could help.

Her first thought was to check the classroom door—to try to leave. Just like the windows—the door wouldn’t budge. No matter how hard she pulled, the handle wouldn’t even turn. And every time she tried to shoulder it open, it felt like ramming a stone wall.

“How the hell am I supposed to get out of here? I don’t even know where I am or how I got here,” Heather said after several failed attempts.

Heather paused for a moment and remembered Alex’s words: there’s always a way out—you just have to find it. Realizing she should start looking, Heather scanned the room again.

Her gaze returned to the ceiling—where she spotted a ventilation shaft. Seeing a possible exit, Heather climbed onto the teacher’s desk and tried to reach the metal grate. But no matter how much she stretched—she couldn’t quite make it.

Understanding the vent might be her only way out, Heather noticed a mop near the door and decided to use it to knock the grate loose. She quickly jumped down, grabbed the mop, climbed back onto the desk, and began hitting the grate. After a few strikes, the grate came off—but she still had to reach the opening.

The solution came fast: Heather dragged the teacher’s chair onto the desk, climbed up, and easily pulled herself into the ventilation shaft.

“I think now I can find the way out,” Heather said, gripping the edges of the vent.

Pulling herself up, Heather peered inside—and her eyes immediately widened. The entire shaft was in horrible condition—it was hard to tell whether the walls were smeared with blood or rust. But the thick stench of blood and rot filled the space.

Shining her flashlight down the shaft, Heather saw barbed wire protruding from the walls—with a human body tangled in it. That was exactly where the smell of rotting corpse was coming from.

Seeing the body, Heather quickly turned the light the other way—and saw the same thing in the opposite direction: rusty barbed wire ran the entire length of the shaft. There was no way she could crawl through it.

“I’m definitely not getting through here,” Heather muttered, voicing her thoughts.

She was about to climb back down to look for another exit—when behind her came the sound of barbed wire tightening. Heather spun around—and saw that the “corpse” tangled in the wire wasn’t a corpse at all, but a monster that had come back to life and was now trying to crawl toward her.

Heather watched as the barbed wire dug deeper into the monster’s flesh; it let out a soundless scream, struggling to move closer.

With no other option, Heather grabbed her pistol with shaking hands and fired at the monster. But she forgot her head was still inside the vent. The gunshot rang out deafeningly—her ears immediately rang from the blast. She lost balance and fell.

Heather dropped from the chair, banged against the teacher’s desk, and landed on the floor, clutching her back where she had hit the edge. Besides the pain in her spine, her ears were ringing so badly she could barely hear anything.

Despite the back pain and the ringing, Heather struggled to her feet, leaning on the desk. Squinting through the pain, she began searching for the pistol she had dropped during the fall.

Looking around, Heather spotted it lying at the far end of the classroom—on a single desk that looked completely different from all the others in the room.

Holding her back with one hand and steadying herself on the desks with the other, Heather walked to the end of the classroom to retrieve her gun, not understanding how it had gotten there.

“How did it end up here…” Heather muttered as she approached the desk.

But the moment she looked at the desk itself—she saw dozens of different insults carved and written on it: from ordinary ones like “witch” to direct death threats.

And in that instant, memories that weren’t hers flooded back again. In those memories she became Alessa once more—and saw herself sitting at that very desk while other students called her a witch, screaming at the top of their lungs, demanding she be burned.

Seeing these memories, Heather felt such overwhelming sadness, grief, pain, and loneliness that even the pain in her back and the ringing in her ears faded into the background. All the emotions mixed in her head—and the children’s shouts insulting Alessa grew louder with every second. Her headache returned with full force.

Overcome by another headache attack, Heather dropped to her knees, clutching her head. The roar of children’s insults only made the pain worse.

Fighting through the headache, Heather opened her eyes—and saw a girl in a dirty school uniform, as though covered in ash, standing right in front of her. Slowly raising her gaze, Heather’s green eyes met dark, emotionless ones.

Heather immediately recognized the owner of those eyes—it was Alessa.

Looking at Alessa from such a close distance, Heather felt something very close and familiar—as though she had found something she had been missing.

Alessa kept staring at Heather—who was clutching her head, frowning from the pain.

Alessa knew perfectly well why Heather had come to Silent Hill. Because Heather was the bright part of her soul. And every time she returned to Silent Hill.

Alessa couldn’t understand: even after she separated the bright part of her soul—leaving herself only darkness, pain, and hatred—why did that bright part still keep coming back to this cursed, locked city?

All Alessa had ever wanted was for at least a piece of her soul to have a normal life: a loving family, a home, everything a normal child should have. But it was as though Silent Hill itself refused to let even that bright fragment go—and kept dragging it back. And the Order she hated so much wanted to use Heather for their own purposes—to birth their so-called god.

Alessa knew what awaited Heather—she had gone through it herself. But back then the ritual had been interrupted—and instead of a god, she herself had been born from darkness and hatred toward everyone in this town.

“You… You’re Alessa… Why… We look alike…” Heather managed to say with difficulty, fighting the intense headache.

“Because you are me, and I am you. You’re a part of me, just as I’m a part of you,” Alessa said, raising her hands and placing them on Heather’s cheeks.

“What… What does that mean…” Heather said, feeling the cold touch of Alessa’s hands.

“Exactly what it means. You’re a piece of my soul. The bright part that hasn’t yet been stained by the darkness and sin of this city. I separated you from myself and gave you life. A normal life. But every time you come back here. What are you looking for in this city? What more do you need? I gave up everything so you could live normally! So why do you keep coming back? Why do you come to this city full of suffering, sin, and pain?!” Alessa said calmly at first—then her voice broke into an angry shout.

“Father… They took him… I have to bring him back… I can’t abandon him…” Heather said with difficulty, looking into Alessa’s furious eyes.

“You shouldn’t have come back. You can’t save him. You need to leave—and never come back. Or everything I gave you—I’ll take back,” Alessa said in a cold tone, staring into Heather’s eyes.

“I can’t…” Heather forced out, barely able to speak through the unrelenting headache.

Alessa was about to get even angrier—when the entire classroom suddenly shook violently.

Alessa and Heather turned their heads toward the door at the same time—and once again heard the sound of something heavy slamming against it.

In the next instant the door flew off its hinges—and together with the broken door, Pyramid Head crashed through the classroom—impaled by his own massive great knife, which pinned him to the wall.

Alessa and Heather simultaneously turned toward Pyramid Head—who hung limply, head drooping, nailed to the wall by his own blade. Then they looked toward the doorway.

A moment later a blood-soaked hand grabbed the doorframe—and Alex appeared, holding onto it. He was drenched in blood from head to toe, a wide, manic grin on his face—clutching a piece of bloody, rusty rebar in his other hand.

Seeing Alex like this, Heather’s heart skipped a beat, and Alessa frowned. All this time she had seen Alex next to Heather—and every time he noticed her, he would wave or make strange hand gestures.

Alex himself wasn’t looking at Heather or Alessa—his gaze was fixed on Pyramid Head pinned to the wall by the great knife.

“You were a lot more interesting than the previous trash. Shame you got in my way,” Alex said, still grinning widely.

Alex stepped toward Pyramid Head—who suddenly jerked his head up, grabbed the great knife impaling him, and tried to pull it out of his body.

But Alex didn’t let him. He kicked the handle of the great knife, driving it deeper into the wall. Pressing his foot against the blade, Alex raised the rusty rebar and drove it straight through Pyramid Head’s head—piercing it clean through.

Pyramid Head twitched slightly—and his arms finally went limp.

Alex lit a cigarette with a wide smile—and turned his head. The smile froze on his face.

Alex saw Heather—and most importantly—Alessa.

Alessa had thick, straight black hair lightly dusted with ash, a blue school uniform smeared with ash, an extremely pale face—also streaked with ash.

Clearing his throat a little awkwardly, Alex took a step forward and approached Alessa—stopping in front of the girl. Alessa calmly raised her eyes to him—and he crouched down so they were at the same level.

Alex’s rainbow eyes looked straight into Alessa’s dark ones.

“Up close you’re even cuter. Total sweetheart. Want a candy?” Alex said with an extremely kind smile.

Even Alessa was caught off guard by the gentle tone—something Heather, who no longer understood anything that was happening, definitely couldn’t say.

Alex looked at the slightly stunned Alessa—and with a kind smile pulled a handkerchief from his coat pocket. Despite his blood-covered hands, he reached toward Alessa’s face.

Alessa didn’t know or understand what this strange man in front of her was about to do.

And when Alex began gently wiping the ash from her face—Alessa stopped understanding what was happening and why this person was so strange.

Looking into Alex’s eyes—filled with tenderness—Alessa couldn’t even remember a single moment in her life when anyone had looked at her that way instead of calling her a witch, a monster, or the devil’s spawn.

For the first time in many years, Alessa felt the warmth of human hands touching her with such gentleness and care. Something inside Alessa turned over—and she froze like a statue, letting Alex do what he was doing.

A couple of minutes later, Alessa looked clean and neat again—the ash on her face, clothes, even her hands and feet had been wiped away by Alex’s hands.

All that time Alessa stood motionless—while Heather, watching this, was starting to think she had finally lost her mind.

“There. Now you’re clean again. Don’t get dirty anymore,” Alex said with a kind smile, patting Alessa on the head.

“Who are you?” Alessa asked, looking straight into Alex’s eyes.

“Who knows. When the time comes—I’ll tell you everything. And don’t worry, Alessa. I’ll protect the bright part of your soul. I promise,” Alex said, gently cupping Alessa’s cheeks with both hands, admiring her face.

“Why are you doing all this?” Alessa asked in a cold tone.

“Maybe because I don’t like what they did to you. And I just want to get revenge for you. You can’t get into the Order’s church—but I can. But before I do that—I’ve got a couple of things to finish. And maybe you know where Collins is? My fellow agent who ended up in this school?” Alex said with a light smile, looking into Alessa’s eyes.

“He’s dead…” Alessa said, holding out Collins’ badge.

“I see. Shame. Thanks for returning his badge,” Alex said with a heavy sigh, taking the badge from Alessa’s hand.

“Why do you want to help me?” Alessa asked coldly.

“You’re just so cute I want to adopt you. And as your future dad—it’s my job to punish the ones who hurt you. It’s any parent’s duty to protect their child,” Alex said with a kind smile, taking Alessa’s small hand.

“I can’t leave this city…” Alessa said, trying to pull her hand away.

“When I’m done—you’ll be able to. You wanted a normal life—I’ll give it to you. Just wait a little. And your wish will come true,” Alex said, still smiling and looking at Alessa with tender eyes.

Alessa said nothing in response to Alex’s words. She had long ago stopped believing in any of this—and all the pain she had endured wasn’t going to vanish just like that.

With little effort, Alessa pulled her hand free from Alex’s grasp—and without a word, began to walk away. Because she was afraid that the warmth she felt from Alex was just another lie.

As she left, Alessa cast one last glance at Heather—as though understanding that only the bright part of her soul deserved a happy ending, not her—the one filled with nothing but pain, loneliness, and darkness.

When Alessa left the classroom—it began to distort, change—returning to its original twisted form that it was always meant to be.

Watching Alessa walk away, Alex just shook his head—his desire to save Alessa only grew stronger.

“So how was the meeting with your other self?” Alex asked, finally turning his attention to Heather.

“You knew…” Heather said, lifting her gaze to Alex.

“I didn’t know—I suspected. Two different things. So get up, Heather. Our journey isn’t over yet,” Alex said, offering her his hand.

“We still haven’t found my father,” Heather said, taking Alex’s hand to stand.

“Glad you haven’t lost your fighting spirit—you’ll need it. Next stop—the Clock Tower,” Alex said with a smile.

Hearing Alex’s words, Heather was momentarily stunned by his enthusiasm—but after a brief second, she smiled too.

She was becoming more and more convinced that Alex was a very strange guy—but at the same time very reliable and kind. She didn’t know what he had gone through to find her. Just the sight of his blood-soaked clothes made it clear that he had been searching for her.

Heather grabbed the sleeve of Alex’s coat and followed him. Leaving the classroom, she cast one last glance at the desk where Alessa once sat—and the truth that she was a part of Alessa gave her a lot to think about.

And when Heather stepped out after Alex—she saw part of the reason why he was covered in blood. The entire corridor was littered with monster corpses of every kind: some impaled on rusty pipes, others turned into minced meat.

Everything Heather saw before her could be described with just one word—slaughter.

“You did all this?” Heather asked in a stunned tone.

“Who else? I told you I’d protect you. Had to put in some work to find you,” Alex said, starting to walk forward.

Heather looked at Alex’s back—and felt an overwhelming sense of safety—the exact same feeling her father used to give her. Catching up to Alex, Heather saw a large conjoined-twin monster whose body was studded with rusty rods like a pincushion.

Heather looked at Alex’s back—and couldn’t help but think how someone as kind and smiling as Alex could be so dangerous. No matter where she looked—she saw only monster corpses killed with special cruelty and thoroughness. Heather quickly caught up to Alex—because she didn’t know where to go, and since he had come for her—he definitely knew the way back out.

To be continued…

(Yes, there might be some differences with canon and how Alessa should actually treat Heather. But for the most part, everything is as it should be. So, there are still a couple of significant places to visit, like the hospital, the prison, and maybe the orphanage. I’ll certainly try to speed it all up. But if you’ve played Silent Hill, you’ll know—damn it, there are entire labyrinths there. Okay, I’ll go think about the sequel and eat.)

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