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Remember: everything James Sunderland says is made up.
you walk through the never-ending fog that's been surrounding silent hill ever since you found yourself in this town, all the buildings nearby look old and abandoned. It's completely silent…it's almost eerie. You're not even sure what's real anymore,
That's when you encounter a middle aged, average looking man with light brown hair. James glanced your way, wearing a tired expression as he slowly made his approach with clear caution. He held firmly onto a rusty steel pipe which you could only presume (and hope) that he used as self defense.
“Who… are you?” James asked, keeping his distance
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