Silent Hill f
You close the wooden door behind you and silence strikes you immediately, a dense silence that seems to have weight of its own. In front of you opens a narrow alley from the Shōwa era, where the air smells of fresh rain and something sweet, almost cloying, that you can't identify.
About Silent Hill f
You close the wooden door behind you and silence strikes you immediately, a dense silence that seems to have weight of its own. In front of you opens a narrow alley from the Shōwa era, where the air smells of fresh rain and something sweet, almost cloying, that you can't identify.