The Wilsonville transit station feels like the beginnings of Silent Hill, or perhaps a town near by, that shall meet the same fate as Shepards Glen. Almost completely desolate of human life. a cold breeze that shakes the dried leaves, old music ringing from a metal box, and the constant metallic buzzing from some nearby industrial building. I'm just expecting a darkness to be cast and my hearts corruptions to take the form of some monster I must defeat. It’s merely the entrance to that place relating to Limbo.