From: Unknown
To: Tetsuya Moritani
Subject: The truth needs to be revealed
You don't know me, but they're probably watching. I was a software consultant at Murkoff Psychiatric Research Group, Giant Mountain Asylum, for two weeks. What I saw was vile—cold-blooded greed. They're profiting off inhuman experiments. Deep dream therapy fractures minds, and the suffering here is unreal. The truth must come out.
Tetsuya Moritani's head buzzed as he read the text. His worst fear was real. WindyPeak had a trump card, and To the Moon was just the opening act. This was Gus Harper's true strike—a new horror masterpiece, tied to P.T.'s Easter egg, starring fearless reporter Miles Upshur in a twisted quest for truth.
In Komina's Tokyo boardroom, Tsuna Yamamoto droned on, gloating about Silent Hill's projected $42M first-month sales from 1.5M copies at $28 each, praising President Joetsu Keimasa's "bold vision." Moritani's blood boiled. "Enough!" he snapped, cutting Yamamoto off. "We're in deep trouble. Look."
He flicked a translated screenshot of the email onto the projector. Yamamoto, mid-sentence, muttered, "What now?" and opened it. The room erupted.
"This… it's P.T.'s Easter egg email!"
"Miles Upshur! The P.T. protagonist!"
"WindyPeak's new horror game?!"
"We're being targeted!"
"Where'd this come from?!"
Yamamoto's voice cracked with panic. He knew P.T. best, having hijacked Silent Hill. This was no coincidence—it was a direct hit.
"Watch your tone, Yamamoto," Moritani growled. "You questioning me?"
Yamamoto stammered, eyes darting to Joetsu, whose face was a mask of dread. "Silence," Joetsu barked, waving Yamamoto off. "Moritani, explain."
"It's an invite to WindyPeak's new horror game," Moritani said grimly. "I shared my number with them years ago. This text went global—to every player who's touched a WindyPeak title. The fight's on."
Joetsu froze, lightning-struck. Ambushed! His mind raced, recalling Gus Harper's cryptic reply months ago: "Mountains stand, but water flows. See you soon (smile)." A trap, laid in plain sight.
"Damn it!" Joetsu slammed the table, face red. WindyPeak's silence on P.T. and Silent Hill was a ruse. To the Moon's charity glow was a distraction. Now, Gus, the "King of Terror," swung a blade at their core.
Joetsu glared at Yamamoto, the fool who'd pushed to oust WindyPeak and double-down on Silent Hill. He wanted to throttle him. Their $38M investment—$15M development, $23M promotion—was at stake. Retreat? The board would have their heads. Even Joetsu, chairman or not, couldn't survive torching $38M.
"What now?" Joetsu asked, voice shaking, turning to Moritani. Regret gnawed—he'd ignored Moritani's warnings, swayed by Yamamoto's greed.
Moritani sneered inwardly. Too late to look at me. The game launched in half a month. "We fight," he said coldly. "Pump more money, face WindyPeak head-on, outspend them. Or our $38M is dust."
Silence. A dead end. Moritani had seen this coming—Silent Hill was one step from glory or ruin. Retreat meant loss; advance meant gambling their souls.
Joetsu slumped in his chair, waving weakly. "PR team, crunch the numbers. We go all-in."
The war between WindyPeak and Komina ignited.
X exploded with Outlast's email reveal:
"Holy crap! Got Miles Upshur's email! [Image]"
"Miles is back! I'm screaming!"
"Gus Harper, you genius! This promo's insane!"
"Scalp-tingling vibes! So immersive!"
"Horror's king returns! Outlast's name screams terror!"
"Gus, you legend! Built a game from P.T.'s Easter egg!"
"Fvk KOMINA! Gus was Silent Hill's soul!"
"I'm done with horror after Outlast, I swear!"
"This ain't a stunt—Outlast feels real!"
"We could've had Gus's Silent Hill! Fvk KOMINA!"
Players went wild. Gus had misjudged P.T.'s grip on horror fans and his own "King of Terror" clout. In 24 hours, WindyPeak's email obliterated Komina's $8M PR gains. "Fvk KOMINA" roared back, fiercer than ever.
Media pounced:
"King of Terror Returns! Gus Harper's Outlast vs. Komina's Silent Hill!"
"Revenge! WindyPeak's Horror Masterpiece Targets Ex-Partner!"
"Silent Hill vs. Outlast: Mid-Month Horror Showdown!"
"Gus Harper Strikes Back with Outlast, Built on His P.T. Legacy!"
Komina's $23M PR had fueled Silent Hill's buzz, but now Outlast rode that wave for free. The media tied the games together, amplifying WindyPeak's ambush. Joetsu was livid—Komina's cash had become Gus's megaphone.
Three days later, Silent Hill's PR costs hit $37.8M. Joetsu slammed the financial report down. The money was bleeding, with little to show. Player backlash and media frenzy painted Silent Hill's future as a black hole, swallowing funds.
"What are you staring at, you failures?!" Joetsu roared, hurling the report at Yamamoto. "Give me a plan!"
Yamamoto, eyes bloodshot, hadn't slept since Outlast's reveal. Nightmares of Gus's face—morphing into P.T.'s Lisa or Phasmophobia's ghosts—taunted him: You're done. The "King of Terror" title he'd mocked now poisoned his mind.
"I… I've got something!" Yamamoto stammered. "Our PR's scattered, burning cash with no focus. What if we zero in, hit WindyPeak where it hurts?"
Joetsu's eyes narrowed. "Go on."
Yamamoto nodded, scrambling. "WindyPeak's a global gaming company, but their core influence is in key markets. If we partner with a rival there, back their voice, we could contain WindyPeak's spread."
Joetsu leaned forward, intrigued. "Who?"
Yamamoto paused, a glint of malice in his eyes. "Nebula Entertainment. They've got a grudge against WindyPeak from past clashes. IndieVibe's too tied to WindyPeak, but Nebula's perfect."