The Marked Man hated the presence of him... of Pyramid Head. That was a simple fact they both had to deal with. Pyramid Head seemed more to scoff at the hatred, to almost mock Invidia's very existence. But at least they respected each other. Without respect, they would not get anywhere. That also, was a simple fact.

It was settled that the Marked Man would deal with his own target, and Pyramid Head as well. They would keep out of each other's business, so it was decided.

Frankly, Pyramid Head was surprised that they managed to pull of any plan of any sort. The Marked Man - Invidia - had formed it with as little communication as possible. It was a surprisingly simple plan, but it did its job.

Knowing full well that Invidia could barely handle carrying a man who matched his own size and weight, Pyramid Head courteously continued carrying Dante for the Marked Man. He smirked underneath his helmet - he knew that Invidia hated the situation, and the simple idea that he was upsetting the Marked Man that much more amused the larger monster. At the hospital, Pyramid Head continued dragging both James and Dante as he headed up the stairs. He knew better than to trust James to remain unconscious if he left him on the stairs or something. The man was resilient, and unfairly so. That was a simple fact.

Dropping Dante's limp form at the top floor of Alchemilla, Pyramid Head cast one last penetrating gaze to the smaller monster, attempting one last time to mess around with him. However, the Marked Man's own red eyes were covered by his deep gray cowl, and he made a point to leave it like so. He hated social interaction, it seemed. The smaller fear simply busied himself with dealing with Dante's body, ignoring any looks Pyramid Head may have tried to give him. As far as he was concerned, their plan had worked, and they could part ways once again.

Pausing for the slightest moment - something that Pyramid Head never did unless his mind was utterly preoccupied - he began back down the endless stairs. Sure, he could've taken the broken elevator, but he didn't trust it. No one with thoughts, a purpose, or a drive should trust it. It was that simple. Mostly, it was reserved for the torment of humans foolish enough to take it. Besides - all locked doors were open to monsters. Blocked doors were another matter, usually one of strength or time.

Pyramid Head dragged James downstairs to his basement realm, pushing his way through nurses. They were utterly mindless, and only acted upon instinct. They were nothing but slaves and toys for Pyramid Head.

"U-ungh... head..." were the first words out of Dante's mouth. He found that he was lying down, and went to sit up, but something had stopped him. The room was comfortably dark for his sore eyes, relaxing his pounding headache, but the back of his mind screamed for him to snap to it, to try to run away. He fully opened his eyes, wanting to rub them, but his hands refused to move. Gazing at the blood and various stains on the wall and ceiling, he then realized - he was not in a hotel, or his dorm at all. He was still stuck in Silent Hill.

Quickly, he tried to sit up, realizing that he couldn't because he was tied down by painful restraints that cut him if he pushed too hard against them. He was tied down by wire. Looking around the room in a panic, he spotted a dark, hooded and cloaked figure sitting patiently in the corner on a metal-framed chair. It was what he had labeled as the Marked Man. Dante quickly regained his composure the best he could, wincing as another steel thread cut his wrist.

"Wh-what do you want..." he managed to whisper past dry, cracked lips, his voice quite hoarse. Man, he was dying of thirst.

The Marked Man looked up from the small figurine he was whittling - something that was quite unexpected of the monster. He slowly set the dagger and wood on the counter next to him, rising to his feet in one smooth movement. He drifted near Dante, peering out from his cowl as if studying the human for a moment, but said nothing.

"... my, what green eyes you have, grandmother," he quietly said after an agonizing silence. His tone was dark, and his voice wasn't deep, but definitely male. He studied Dante once more as the male processed the quote the Marked Man had used.

"Wh... wha?" he breathed. "N-no, wait! Why am I here!" he replied, forcing himself to stay on topic. He had no clue what the Marked Man's tactics or plans were, but if he was going to die, he wanted to at least know how or why.

Before he even opened his eyes, James knew he was in a bad place. The feeling of dread simply danced on the edge of his consciousness, and was something always present. He slowly lifted his aching head before deciding to open his eyes, almost not wanting to at all, if it meant that he wouldn't have to face the reality around him. Greeted by a deep red glow of light mingled with orange, he found himself in a darkened room. But what was that? A doorway? An incandescent light, one that reminded James of an office building poured in one doorway, the dark red glow from the other. Where was he?

Slowly looking around the room, he felt his heart sink as there was a table - with the Great Knife resting on it. Swallowing the lump of fear in his throat, James squirmed against the restraints around him - a mixture of ropes and leather straps.

He had man questions burning in his mind at the moment, but was unable to ask any of them. Why were he and Dante kidnapped? In fact, where was Dante? Were they going to kill them?

"H-hello...?" he meekly called out. Half of him regretted it, not wanting to face what he suspected would answer, and yet the other half knew to face it sooner than later.

However, it was too late to turn back as the blonde heard heavy footsteps, then a tall, broad shadow looming in the doorway lit by normal lights. It was Pyramid Head. Immediately, James felt fear swell up inside of him, but he simply remained still, only his eyes betraying him.

Pyramid Head said nothing, but he merely walked over to the table quickly, and snatched the Great Knife, hauling it off the table. He then just walked out of the room, considerably slower, and left James alone.

What the hell was going on?