<span style="color: #BFBFBF"><span style="font-family: Jambetica;"><span style="font-size: 115%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: justify;">2:00 PM<br/>Paleville Streets<br/>Silent Hill<br/><br/><table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;">The young man, 24 of age, nodded his head and dropped his gaze to his feet again, thinking if the street name meant anything to him. Logan has never been to this archetypal New England town called Silent Hill until lately so he wasn't too familiar with the place, now becoming much more than just 'some' scenic touristic town. Silent Hill has expended larger than it used to be back in the beginning of the century. <br/><br/>This town though was a town of trouble. Although it attracts thousands and thousands of people each year, nobody from the area could explain some unexplained incidents that befell the town, like the fate of the Little Baroness - a ship that went missing in the Toluca Lake. To this day, nobody knew what exactly happened and no remains of the ship were ever found. <br/><br/>Then there were some rumors circulating assuming that Alchemilla Hospital was once put under investigation for cooperating in numerous suspicious large-scale production of illegal drugs in the town. The officers assigned to this said criminal case along with the Mayor who was pushing to combat the distribution of the aforementioned drugs, never returned home. No one ever heard of them again. <br/><br/>Logan stepped outside into the sunlight, and it felt good to be bathed in the warm rays of the afternoon and being outside again. He glanced at Chester, glad that he decided to join him on this walk. As they walked away from the hospital, the blonde one finished off the remaining few sips left in his coffee cup and threw it into a recycle bin before crossing the street. They were silent for a while.<br/><br/>One of the most important hotels in the area, the Toluca Lakeview Hotel, was indeed on West Sandford St. in the Resort Area of Paleville. Even though Logan wasn't that much familiar with the town's history, he had read somewhere in the past that the LakeView Hotel was once partially burned. A space heater, laced under a flammable curtain in the employee lounge, was the fire cause. They took a bit of time in building it back to good shape during investment opportunities. But now truly, it didn't matter what exactly happened to the hotel since all that Logan cared about at this very moment was to get a room, sleep the afternoon away, and probably go get his stuff at the lake in the following day before driving back to Ashfield.<br/><br/>Walking slowly alongside the other man, he glanced at him, shielding his eyes when welcoming bright rays streamed through gaps in the clouds above. Their journey away from the hospital has led them to a certain park. <span style="font-weight: bold">"You know, this was my first visit to Silent Hill. Wasn't even planning on it to be honest."</span> He paused with a particular glimmer in his eyes as he surveyed a young woman with a golden platinum shade for her hair and a white complexion for her skin, playing music. Logan thought that she didn't look older than possibly 30.</td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><span style="font-style: italic">She </span>sat there, at a piano near the park's entrance, displaying great talent. She paused, raised her eyes to the two, tilted her head and smiled so disarmingly at them. By the look in those eyes, Logan could tell that this woman had a lot of stories to tell and that she was probably telling them<span style="font-style: italic"> something</span> through her music, like other musicians prefer to do. To some of them, music was a powerful tool used to their advantage in order to put ideas into the world.<br/><br/>He looked at Chester again. <span style="font-weight: bold">"There is just something about this town, linked to some really bad memories."</span> He looked away, once again laying eyes on the female's visage. She had her own closed, a slight smile playing on her lips as she began to perform something <a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9HqmLQQtGo">different</a> than the last piece. Her fingers hitting the black and white patterns elegantly, gracefully, as if she has done that her whole life. Voice rising, he continued, always standing under the shade of a tree near the musician. <span style="font-weight: bold">"See, I went on a camping trip from my hometown, on the outskirt of Silent Hill when I had this accident... was then rushed to the hospital by whoever the fuck hit me. It was my fault after-all... wasn't feeling too well, ended up losing consciousnesses right when this guy's automobile drove by and hit me. What about you? You guys out here for the attractions?"</span> He took a glimpse at the name printed on a table name card on top of the piano.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Laura?</span> He found himself murmuring the name, but the female might have heard him over the sounds of the music as she darted ardent eyes to him, averting them soon after towards his companion. Logan suddenly felt uneasy, and he sorely disliked the feeling.<br/><br/>He turned his head to look steadily at Chester, listening to him speak. The town was indeed linked to memories he never dared to ever let go of. His parents and brother of five left on a Wednesday morning to Silent Hill - a family vacation that Logan was not part of. But it wasn't just that. When his parents came back home a week later, his brother Jordan was not with them. He never saw him back ever again. Strange enough, his parents acted as if nothing happened couple of months later as if they have forgotten that they ever had another son. Logan would look back at the moment with grief. A corner of his heart died on that day he disappeared, or died. Who knows...?</td></tr></table></div>
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