Five years of your life were lost. Amnesia, the doctors said. One little word for that abyss in your memory. One little word for the creeping fear that you do not - that you cannot - know your self. You woke up to a half life. Eighteen months since the blackout, and you have nothing. You have driven everyone away from you. Even your own parents. And now one of them has died. The funeral is in Silent Hill, that town they so loved. That, at least, is one thing you still remember... ...how they loved it. ...but would never take you there.