For starters, you’re gonna wanna read.Yuck.
On top of that, you oughta match multiple pieces of text to each other.
The Toluca Prison may just be the most massive area in Silent Hill 2.
We’ll walk you through all of it and the many treasures found within it.
This guide will help you understand the ins and outs of the Toluca Prison gallows puzzle.
We’ll explain how to solve the puzzle, and take you through every component of it.
“, you shouted out,
When my knife pierced through your heart.
That is the classic defense of how a criminal act can be justified.
A contorted chill dances on his spine,
As their souls fly forth on Thanatos' sigh.
No sign of regret, not a tinge of guilt,
But afieryurge to destroy what God built.
In twilight’s grasp, athiefemerges sly,
Through the veils of night, his purpose veiled awry.
Not a hunger’s pang, nor a desperate need,
but a heart consumed with relentless greed.
In a shroud of twilight, a tale doth unfold.
Where the shadows dance, their secrets are told.
A shadowy figure, his motives unclear.
Steals his own kin, one he should hold dear.
The kidnapper’stears his motives reveal,
From a monstrous mother the child he did steal.
In clandestine steps,darkness as his guide.
The man ventures deeper,where richesdoth hide.
An unseen intruder with motives untold.
His hands eager to touch to grab and to hold.
Beneath moonlit guise, a villain’s design,
He trespasseswhere treasuresbrightly shine.
With a selfish hand, with greed as his creed,
Claims the spoils, indulging every single need.
Withhersenses failing,shelooks, mouth agape.
At the one who forced her spirit to escape.
Cold steel pierces vein,a sanguine flood.
Gazing back at her, her own flesh and blood.
As the spark of life fromhereyes did flee,
The man held his gaze, filled with wicked glee.
An unfeeling sigh the man’s lips doth escape,
A thirst for morebloodshedbegins to take shape.
In shadows cast, the hunter lies in wait.
His violent intent cloakedin a veil of fate,
An enigma unfolds, motives undefined.
As the prey approaches, their fates intertwine.
Desperation’s grip suffocates the air,
The attacker’s past, a tale of despair.
Surely the next area will be much nicer.
Spoiler: it isn’t.
We hope you brought a map.
