[ Silent Hill. Sharon's mouth goes dry, her breath catching in her throat. Her heart stutters. The Relic trembles in her hands. With a sharp, almost frantic motion, she snaps it shut, the tiny strawberry charms dangling from it clinking together. Disbelief and doubt gnaws at her, and she quickly flips it open again, her eyes darting over the screen, desperate, as if somehow reopening it might change the words.
RDS. Silent Hill. Rose, Rose, Rose. No one else would think to use those initials. Not Vincent's bitch of a mother. Not her aunt. Not Dahlia. ]
Are those your initials? RDS? [ Sharon's not sure which feels most foolish: the hope or the fear. ]
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RDS. Silent Hill. Rose, Rose, Rose. No one else would think to use those initials. Not Vincent's bitch of a mother. Not her aunt. Not Dahlia. ]
Are those your initials? RDS? [ Sharon's not sure which feels most foolish: the hope or the fear. ]