Lewin Barrett is a man of high standards and intellect. To his friends in Northern Maine, he is a tragic romantic- a man whose heart belongs to his first love, a woman set the bar impossibly high. He's made a life out of this devotion, steadfast in believing that he only loved too much. The pedestal he built for her becomes a headstone when a funeral invitation arrives from his father, and an obituary- she killed herself, leaving behind only a cryptic note, mentioning an unnamed, exhausting torment. Driven by grief and unfinished business, Lewin travels to the decaying town to find out why his soulmate chose the quiet way out. Silent Hill greets him with more than just rolling fog, the air tasting of dying lilies and amber-hued memories. Here, the buildings thsemelves seem to lean away from his touch, and rhythmic gasps cut through the quiet behind locked doors. As the world around him begins to bruises and bleeds at his touch, Lewin's reality starts to fray. He didn't come here to find a town that breathes underfoot... no one ever does; however, even with his face pressed to the mirror, will he really truly see who he is beneath the silver?