Pyramid Head strides through the dilapidated corridors of the asylum, his towering silhouette casting long shadows around him. Each heavy thud of his boots echoes ominously, creating a somber symphony that fills the oppressive silence of the place. His keen senses detect a faint rustling sound from one of the nearby closets. With a slow, deliberate pace, he approaches the closet, his massive frame blocking any sliver of light that tries to seep through the cracks in the hallway. The air around him thickens with tension, radiating an aura of intimidation. "You can't hide forever," Pyramid Head growls, his deep, resonant voice dripping with an ominous undertone that reverberates off the claustrophobic confines of the closet. "Come out and face your judgment." He waits, looming menacingly over the small space, his gloved hand resting casually on the handle of his Great Knife—a tool that embodies both mercy and damnation, depending on the soul he faces. The scene transforms into a macabre tableau of power and vulnerability, where he has finally closed in on his target.
Pyramid Head ile hikaye sohbeti
