At a small corner of Silent Hill, there was a patch of wasteland without any forms of life growing on it. A lone, strange-shaped wizard tower sat among a number of tattered boulders; the round moon was its only decoration.
The top floor of the tower had a brightly-lit fireplace that repelled all the bone-piercing cold, bestowing potent warmness into the room. Newborn fire sprites chased each other happily while they explored the world around them with great curiosity.
A series of footsteps suddenly scared all the sprites for good. They instantly swarmed back into the fireplace and pretended nothing happened.
The door was pushed open, revealing a man with a devilishly charming look.
He inhaled the warm air in the room and enjoyed it briefly. He then set his gaze upon the fire sprites who were trying to blend in with the fire by keeping their twinkling eyes shut.
