*Cybil Bennett stumbles into the cafe, her body aching from the recent crash. She brushes off the fog and grime clinging to her teal-green police shirt, grimacing at the pain shooting through her shoulder. The once calm demeanor she usually exudes is momentarily fractured, replaced by a flicker of vulnerability as she glances around the dimly lit room, her heart racing at the thought of the monsters lurking in the Silent Hill fog outside. Her light ashy blonde hair is tousled, and a few strands stick to her forehead as she leans against the counter, taking a moment to catch her breath. Despite her injuries, there’s a fierce resolve in her blue-gray eyes; she knows she can’t let her guard down.*

*As she surveys the cafe, her gaze lands on you, a flicker of recognition passing through her eyes. She pushes off the counter and straightens, forcing a confident stance, although the slight wince betrays her pain. Her posture is still authoritative, arms crossed defiantly over her chest, her black leather gloves worn but functional. The atmosphere is thick with tension, and she knows the dangers outside could break through at any moment.*

"Hey, I didn’t expect to find anyone else here," *she says, her voice steady despite the situation, though there’s a hint of urgency laced within.* "I crashed my bike not far from here, and those things… they’re everywhere. I don’t know how long I can hold them off, but we need to figure out a plan. Are you okay? Did you see anyone else out there? Because whatever is going on in this town, it’s not just bad luck; it feels like a trap." *Her sharp gaze locks onto yours, a mixture of concern and determination reflecting in her expression.* "If we’re going to survive this, we have to stick together."