James dropped Ginji good, fast, and in a hurry, stumbling back and clenching his hands together tightly.
"See it? I felt it!"
James shook his hands and the studied them, looking for any signs of wounding or the like. What the hell was that guy? Never before had he seen such a thing. Sure, the things in Silent Hill were dead and spit acid or the like, and then there was Pyramid Head, but that? Never.
Backing away from the two of them, James shook his head, wishing he had pockets or his jacket to shove his tingling hands into. The question was now stay or go. Something about these two was off, perhaps dangerously. Whatever horrors were in this part of Silent Hill, they seemed capable of handling.
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"See it? I felt it!"
James shook his hands and the studied them, looking for any signs of wounding or the like. What the hell was that guy? Never before had he seen such a thing. Sure, the things in Silent Hill were dead and spit acid or the like, and then there was Pyramid Head, but that? Never.
Backing away from the two of them, James shook his head, wishing he had pockets or his jacket to shove his tingling hands into. The question was now stay or go. Something about these two was off, perhaps dangerously. Whatever horrors were in this part of Silent Hill, they seemed capable of handling.
"James. James Sunderland."