I am Marcus. My existance was never supposed to occur. They're all dead.
because of me...

Another one is coming. Ever closer... nothing and everything. Weakness and strength.
And it wants me dead. I can't let it kill the traveler.

Marcus put it upon himself to guard Silent Hill and the damned souls who come here.
After all, they needed all the help they could get.

Silent Hill: Final Haunt

Marcus had been here as long as he could recall. For all he knows, he was born in Silent Hill. He'd been here so long, he learned how to fire a gun at age seven, out of... "necessity". But now, Marcus has other problems,
like saving the poor soul that had wandered into the town now, after a long pause of three years, and he felt that his cryptic notes wouldn't be enough to save this one...

John wasn't a careful man. He heard the stories about the town of the Damned,
Silent Hill. But he didn't listen. "Those guys don't know what they're talking about," He'd always tell himself. "There's nothing in my hometown." He was about to be proven horribly wrong... A nearby sign said "SILENT HILL: 5 MILES". "Wait a..." John thought he saw the words 'Welcome to HELL!' for a split second instead of the familiar notice he'd read. he parked and got out to look. "Nope... Just a trick of my mind." John dismissed the strange sight quickly. He turned to get back into his car. He looked at his white mercedes with a look of pure horror. The car had suddenly been covered in blood, and a corpse that looked just like him was in the driver's seat. Suddenly a voice yelled out, "GET AWAY FROM THE CAR!" John reluctantly stepped away from his once-beautiful car, as it suddenly grew fleshy, and got up and attacked its former master. "NO! YOU WON'T GET THIS ONE!" A shot rang out,
and then another. They kept coming until the car lay dead at John's feet.
"STEP AWAY!" John did so. Then, the car exploded, and John's sight went Black just as a figure in a black overcoat jumped down and carried him towards the town...

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