I don’t remember how I found out about Silent Hill. The origins of this story have long since faded into the fog. But the memories remain, vivid as ever yet shifting with every passing playthrough. Always someone else’s, that is.

You see, I’ve always been too much of a wuss for anything horror-related. Unlike the protagonists of these games, I have the option to escape at any time—so I immediately do. Why submit myself to torrid discomfort? Fear and pain are not my thing, never have been. Everyone has a limit.