The following story contains spoilers for Silent Hill 4.

Don't read if you want to be surprised.

"Here's a lullaby to close you eyes,

It was always you that I despised.

I don't care enough for you to cry,

Oh no.

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes.

Goodbye."

Chapter One: A Shabby Doll

"Eileen. Eileen, honey. Sit right here while I get our tickets. I'll only be a second."

"Okay, Mom," the little girl responded with a wide smile as she watched her mother depart to the booth where the subway tickets were sold. There was a line, but she had been through this many times before. It'd be around ten minutes and she had prepared for the wait.

Her legs dangled over the bench she sat upon, not even coming close to touching the floor below her. It would be a few more years before that was even a possibility, but she was more than happy to relish in her childhood.

She clutched her doll to her chest protectively, as if shielding it from some unseen evil. The actions she took towards it could only be described as motherly. Maybe that was what brought the long haired man in the coat over to her side that day. Maybe it was that aura she put off at even such a young age.

"That's a lovely doll there."

The voice sliced into the little one's ear like a knife. Instantly all the noise of people bustling around seemed to drift into the background and all that was left was the stranger who had taken a seat beside her. Unweary of the word, Eileen smiled as she held out the doll in her tiny hands so he could get a better look.

"Uh huh. My mommy bought it for me. I can't think of a name for her," Eileen explained as she smoothed down the doll's synthetic hair, being careful not to get it tangled. She treated it as if it were a real child.

"Your mommy ... Do you love your mother, Eileen?" Walter inquired as he leaned forward just enough so he could look over into the little one's wide eyes. It was around this time that most would become suspicious of his odd questioning, but the innocent nature of the girl prevailed and she just nodded her head.

"Yes! I love my mommy very much," Eileen said as she gave her doll a loving hug, her hair toppling down in front of her angelic face with the movement. "I want to be just like her."

"Oh, and you will be one day. You'll be even better," Walter remarked with a grin. At first glance, he had planned to use this little one's heart to complete the first half of his ritual ... but now he had much grander ideas for her. He'd let her grow. Let her become a woman. Then ... then she'd take part in something grand. He would give her a place of honor within the '21 Sacraments'.

"Eileen! Come here! We're going to be late!" Called Mrs. Galvin from off in the distance. Eileen hopped off the bench with the kind of energy that could only be embodied in someone so young. She took a few hurried steps towards her mother, but then there was a pause. She looked down at the doll in her arms with a fond smile, and then back at the man who still watched her so closely.

He looked sad to her. Yes, he smiled ... but on the inside he was crying. She nibbled gently upon her lower lip as she sheepishly approached him one more, extending her beloved toy to him. "Here. You can have her. Maybe you'll think of a name," she said sweetly, and then off she went.

She didn't need a toy to be happy. As soon as she grabbed her mother's hand, a smile returned and off the two went. Walter felt a pang of jealousy burning within his soul as he held the doll in his calloused hands. He hand his fingers over the material before it was finally time to slip it into the confines of his coat.

Time couldn't be wasted. He needed to see his 'Mother'.