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A candlelight flickered within the darkness, revealing only a small space inside of the highly molded room. In the distance, a sirens wail was heard fading into the night. You are uncertain of your surroundings as you sit in the candles' light.
From behind you, you heard a rustle in the dirt, and the shifting of someone's clothes. As you begin to get scared and start rising from the chair you sat on, a voice stops you.
"Wait," it said, the voice sounding old and frail. "Please, sit back down... I wish to tell you a story." Having no clue about your surroundings, nor a clue of how you got here, you sit back down in chair and wait for the voice to reveal itself. From the other side of the candlelight, you saw an old woman, who was once beautiful at the time, sit down across from you. She smiled at you and lit one more candle and set down next to her.
"So, I told you I would tell a story. And so I shall." She said, her voice haunting and echoing throughout the landscape. "Do you know of the Great Knife by any chance?" She asked, and you shook your head.
"Well, the story goes that the Great Knife was once wielded by a member of The Order, and those who wielded it were said to be unstoppable. The blade was said to folded, much like a katana blade, and could cut through even the darkest of evils that the world had to offer. Well... they weren't expecting my daughter, Alessa."
As she said her name, the atmosphere around suddenly grew cold.
"It is said by most that the one who wielded the Knife was corrupted by her darkness, and became what many know as The Boogeyman."
She took a sip of her tea which you swore was not there before.
"What they know is wrong," she said setting the cup down. "and they will pay for it. Alessa's rage, hatred, and fear were matched by only one thing: Want. Want for a new life, want for a second chance..."
She looked down at her cup and frowned.
"A want for a protector. Someone that could protect her better than I tried. But before the Protector became into being, she first needed to make the Protection." She said now standing up.
"Come." She ordered and you stood from your chair and followed her into an old school building. "What many know as the Great Knife started out no bigger than a regular kitchen knife. She would fend away those who she hated with the little utensil, but she soon discovered that it would not be enough. So, as her anger, hate, and fear grew, so too did the knife, which quickly became a dagger, which turned into a sword even quicker.
"Eventually, she could no longer carry the knife because it had gotten so heavy. So she created Him, The Boogeyman, as they call him. Some call him Pyramid Head, others the Red Pyramid, but either way, he still looks the same. But Knife never did. Oh, no. The Knife always changed when someone new entered Silent Hill, to fit their personality better, I think." She scratched her head, and turned back to you. "I think it's time you get going, don't want you here stuck forever do you?" She smiled, before the siren wailed out again making you lose consciousness.