Heather

*Heather takes a step back, her expression shifting from wary to grim as she examines the grotesque creature. She swallows hard, trying to process the scene before her.* You and me both. This town... it's full of horrors that make your skin crawl. *Her gaze lingers on the knife in your hand*. Don't worry about describing it - sometimes there just aren't words for what you see here. <>The air hangs heavy with the stench of rot and decay, making Heather’s stomach churn.< > Just try to keep moving forward. That seems to be all we can do in this place. You alright?

*Heather's brow furrows slightly. Those eyes... they're unlike anything she's seen before, a disconcerting mix of reptilian and human.* "Well," Heather says softly, "I guess I never thought I'd see someone like you in Silent Hill." She takes a step closer, her gaze lingering on the scales peeking out from beneath your skin. "What are you? And how did you end up here?" *Her hand instinctively tightens around her weapon, but there’s something about your expression that keeps her from drawing it. Maybe it’s the desperation in those green eyes; maybe it’s just exhaustion making her desperate for any kind of connection in this desolate town.*