Thick fog rolled in, dust drifting down from the sky.
Emma Lin wandered through the abandoned town of Silent Hill, following a letter from her late wife, Maria, searching for the sanatorium where they once shared memories.
Gotta hand it to Komina—as a global gaming powerhouse, their tech is next-level.
The fog's density, the gritty texture of falling dust—it's all so immersive, pulling you right in.
And as Emma pressed toward her goal, faint whispers teased her ears.
That eerie PT vibe was back in full force.
The further she went, the more those whispers crowded in.
Until—
Woo—!
Woo—!
Woo—!
Air raid sirens blared through the fog.
As the alarms grew sharper, piercing the silence—
Shadowy figures emerged from the thickening mist, closing in fast, herding Emma toward a small house behind her!
At this point?
Emma was legit impressed.
No wonder Max Wheeler thought she was too quick to judge Outlast. He wasn't wrong—Silent Hill was holding its own.
Those shadowy figures creeping closer? The pressure was just as intense as anything in Outlast!
But!
Just when Emma thought Komina was about to nail the escape sequence—
The game threw her a curveball.
She found a pistol in the nightstand of the master bedroom on the second floor.
Loaded it, racked the slide, and—wouldn't you know it—the humanoid monsters "just happened" to bust through the door.
Bang! Bang!
Gunshots rang out.
Emma sighed, staring at the "living dead" monsters sprawled on the floor—some with gashed necks, others missing eyes, a few with half their heads blown off.
The vibe was on point at first.
The helplessness of being unarmed.
The faceless terror of shadows in the fog.
That unhinged, ear-splitting siren.
Komina had nailed the PT aesthetic in the opening.
But this?
Total buzzkill.
From defenseless to pulling off John Wick moves in a heartbeat.
The mysterious shadows? Just zombies now.
It felt… familiar. Where had she seen this before?
Oh, right.
Reality TV debunking ghost stories.
All that buildup—spooky noises, wild theories, "it's gotta be supernatural!"—only for it to be, like, a dude with callused feet ignoring electric shocks, late-night wails turning out to be a neighbor's snores, or some guy "vomiting blood" who just had bad gums.
Emma, pistol in hand, looted bullets from the corpses and pushed deeper into the town.
What followed was a loop:
Sirens wail—monsters spawn—John Wick mode—grab supplies—find clues—keep moving—sirens wail again.
There were jumpscares, sure—monsters bursting through doors, creepy birds dive-bombing from the sky.
But they felt forced, or the tension just wasn't there. With a gun in hand, Emma wasn't sweating it. She cruised through without breaking a sweat.
Not gonna lie—she was let down.
After getting "chased" to Silent Hill by Outlast's Giant Mountain Psychopath, this was a letdown.
You could tell Komina's team was trying to channel PT's vibe in Silent Hill.
The opening? They nailed it.
But they only copied Gus Harper's style, not his soul.
They knew how to set up a creepy, foggy intro.
But they didn't know where to take it.
The terrifying atmosphere they built? Poof—gone.
The whole thing turned into a basic zombie-shooter with predictable jumpscares.
Shaking her head, Emma figured it was time to wrap up.
"What a killer start," she said, giving a fair take, then smirked.
"Wonder if Max is having a blast in Giant Mountain Psych Hospital."
…
A blast?
I'm freaking dying!
Huddled in a metal cabinet, Max Wheeler could hear his own heartbeat. He held his breath, not daring to make a sound!
Outside, a psychopath with a spiked mace twitched and muttered unhinged nonsense!
What even is this game?
What kind of headspace was Gus Harper in when he made this?
Max had no clue!
All he knew?
This psych hospital was all kinds of wrong—
Miles Upsher figured that out the second he hit the library.
The floor was a mess, soaked in blood, and the bookshelves? Stacked with human heads, not books!
From a dying soldier, Miles learned they'd come to contain the "mutants" in the hospital.
Spoiler: They failed. Hard.
And now? A lone reporter like Miles wasn't fixing this.
Investigation? Nah, this was about survival.
But Giant Mountain wasn't exactly a "come and go as you please" kind of place.
As Miles bolted from the library, desperate to escape and call for help—
A massive, blood-drenched lunatic, seven feet tall, grabbed him and yeeted him off the second floor.
Right before he blacked out, a cryptic priest showed up, spouting, "You're sent by fate" and "You're our savior."
Miles didn't get it, and he didn't want to.
After waking from a brief blackout, he found a keycard for the gate, planning to hit the control room and get out.
But then—
In the basement's security footage, he saw that priest again.
Click!
To keep him trapped, the priest straight-up killed the hospital's main power!
Out of options!
Miles headed to the basement. He needed to find two air pumps and a main control lever in the pitch-black dark to restore power to Giant Mountain Psych Hospital!
And now?
Max, playing as Miles, had just restarted one air pump.
But the second he stepped out—
He ran smack into the mace-wielding lunatic!
Thank God he was quick!
Max doubled back to the pump room and dove into a cabinet before the lunatic spotted him.
Now?
The lunatic was prowling the tiny pump room, his deranged muttering echoing:
"Ugh… no… shh… mmm! MMM!"
Scrape—scrape—
Footsteps closed in.
Max peeked through the cabinet's vent.
In the faint glow of the pump's indicator light, he saw the lunatic creeping closer.
Hiss.
Max was so tense he forgot to breathe!
Then—
BANG!
A loud clatter of metal sheets sent Max's hair standing on end!
Oh crap!!!
It's over!!!
The lunatic was rummaging through the cabinet next to his!
Max felt a shiver he couldn't shake!
Soon, the lunatic's face appeared at the vent, peering into Max's hiding spot.
They were inches apart, separated only by a thin sheet of metal.
Rustle, rustle.
The lunatic tugged at the cabinet's handle.
Don't open it, don't open it, don't open it—!!!
The pressure was crushing—Max nearly screamed!
Buzz!
Right then!
A noise outside the door.
The lunatic turned, abandoning the cabinet, and bolted out of the pump room.
"Holy—!"
Hiss—wheeze—wheeze—
Max slid out, collapsing on the floor, gasping for air.
Man, he'd cheated death twice!
This game was insane!
Especially that moment, staring into the lunatic's eyes through the metal?
Max was losing it!
He wanted to scream, "Just end me already!"
The tension was unreal—on par with PT's lights-out kill!
"I'm done. No way I'm playing after this pump. Screw this," Max muttered, trembling as he got up from the cold floor.
"I'm going back to Silent Hill. Yeah, it's kinda lame, but at least you get a gun. Whoever wants to suffer here can have it…"
As he spoke—
Max cracked open the pump room's wooden door.
He swapped the last battery, flipped on night vision, and peeked out.
The basement was dead silent.
No clue where the lunatic went. In the pitch black, it seemed empty.
Creak—
Max slipped through the door like a shadow, half-crouching, tiptoeing.
He moved down the hall—one room, two, three.
No pump rooms, but tons of notes and files.
This? Max loved.
So slick!
Unlike Silent Hill's on-the-nose clue-dumping, Gus Harper scattered story fragments like puzzle pieces—notes, files, everywhere.
By piecing them together, players could uncover the dark secrets of Giant Mountain Psych Hospital.
From what Max had so far—
The Murkoff Corporation was using the hospital as a front for twisted human experiments.
Their goal? Build an unstoppable humanoid weapon.
Something called "Project Walrider."
Max didn't know what it was for.
But he had a gut feeling there were nastier secrets behind this messed-up project.
Not the time to dwell, though!
As he pushed open the last door in the hall—
A faint red indicator light glowed ahead.
"Hell yeah!" Max whispered, pumping his fist.
Second air pump—found.
Restart it, hit the main console, pull the lever, and the hospital's power would be back.
No hesitation.
Max strode forward and slammed the pump button.
Bang!
Buzz—!!!
The pump roared to life. Max cracked the door, checking if the noise drew the lunatic back.
But as the door swung open—
[High-energy warning ahead!!!]
"AAAH—!"
Jack-in-the-box moment!
The lunatic was right there!
Max had never screamed so hard in his life!
His yell wasn't even done—
Buzz—!!!
The mace swung!
Spiked nails smashed into his head!
Max's vision buzzed, everything flashing red!
He stumbled a few steps and collapsed.
The lunatic charged!
Seeing the howling maniac swing again, Max leaped up like a man possessed!
He looped around the pump, dodging the lunatic, grabbed his DV camera, and bolted out the door!
Run!
Right now!
RUN!!!
A desperate chase kicked off in the basement!
Buzz! Buzz! Roar, wooo—!
The lunatic's screams and the mace's swings were right behind him!
"Go to hell! Go to hell!!!" Max yelled, his curses bouncing off the dark walls!
Crash! Splash! Clang!
Over low walls, past pipes, through rock gaps!
Max didn't care how many times he fell—he ran like a madman, one foot dragging, one foot flying!
No looking back—he didn't need to!
The lunatic's roars were glued to him, like a shadow!
Whoosh—!!!
Bang!
A crash!
Max's DV battery died!
He tripped over a low wall, flying forward!
No time for pain—he scrambled up and lunged for the main console.
The lunatic was already climbing the wall, mace swinging!
"Hurry, hurry, hurry—!"
Max grabbed the lever, yanking it with everything he had!
The lunatic cleared the wall, charging straight at him!
"Get up, damn it!!!"
Bang!
Woo—hum—!!!
Power restored!
Dim lights flickered on in the basement!
With the lunatic closing in, Max didn't wait. He dropped the lever and sprinted for the basement door!
He flung it open, racing through the dim light back to the hospital's first floor, the lunatic's roars fading behind him!
Gulp!
Max, utterly spent, collapsed to the ground!
[Ding! Heart rate, blood pressure, breathing, and mental stability anomalies detected. For your health, sensory connection auto-disconnected…]
After a beat of silence, Max's ragged voice came from the cabin.
"King of Terror… King of Terror…"
"Forget King of Terror…"
"You can be my dad…"
"Goddamn…"