A child…no a woman of god but not the follower of the red god that resided in Silent hill. No, this one was a worshiper of the God that resided above in the over realm. She smelled pure against this rotten place, she did not belong.
Tur̛n b҉a̴ck̛….̸y̛ou̴ ̢ha̶v̡e nơ plac̀e ̕hęr͢e.̛
It would appear as though more unfortunate mortals found their way into the hellish abyss that is Silent hill.
an O̢͇͂͌͛ ͈̿̇ͩ̅P̵̫͇͔̪ ͈͉̯̖̽ͪ̓͛̆ͅT̀͌̐̿̍ͩ ̹̯͖͈͚͐̃͊͛̔I͉͖͔̟̒̅ ͓͉̜̜̝̳̗̑͋̊ͩ͞O͕͈̜̠̅ͭ̇̋̇ ̣̲̜̹͐N͞ ͕̲̭́ͦ͒̒̎͋͊
I couldn’t sleep last night
You will thank me later.
You better pray that I do.
I put them in jars-- separated by type and size. Organization is key.
[Goes off to find his things.]
You’ve just made my job harder.
Her voice went silent, the hand keeping a hold of his led it towards her own scarred and blood stained abdomen. She only held it there, not saying another word.
Despite not having the blessing of sight, he could feel that his hand against his queen’s stomach. Her hand on top his, the beast huffed and caressed the bloody abdomen.
The warden felt a kick, there was life inside his queen. Unborn and developing.
W͝hat ͏a p̧ļea̧sant҉ su̧r̢pri͡se͜.