Murphy held the door open for Tsurugi, chest heaving as he sucked in great swallows of air. He was sweating, fear coursing through his veins. How quickly he'd forgotten. One comfortable day was all it took for Silent Hill to seem like just a bad dream.
And holy hell, he'd forgotten how dark it was inside.
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Murphy held the door open for Tsurugi, chest heaving as he sucked in great swallows of air. He was sweating, fear coursing through his veins. How quickly he'd forgotten. One comfortable day was all it took for Silent Hill to seem like just a bad dream.
And holy hell, he'd forgotten how dark it was inside.