He blinked — and found himself already in Silent Hill. Not wanting his future ripped apart by barbed wire, Baling started fighting to save himself.
In the roaring blaze he was reborn, turning into the kind of scary legend that blankets both city streets and country backroads.
Strands of straw grew like thorns through flesh; sky-dimming wings let crow feathers drift down to the world; eerie white bones fused into armor; tall, gaunt phantoms loomed over everything…
From waking life to dream, his existence cut across dimensions.
“The world’s too dangerous — I’m done being human! Damn it! You born-evil cultists, I’m gonna blow you to pieces!”