It had to be a park. It just had to be a park. A park where little kids went to play, where there would be absolutely nothing helpful when it came to self-defense against a seven-foot monster wielding a giant razorblade. The sight of it caused Heather's arms to burn, where scar after scar traveled up the length of her flesh from her wrists to her elbows. Some were fresher than others, though admittedly, she hadn't cut herself in a little while.
Glancing down at the note on the ground, she tentatively picked it up and read the short poem, then looked up at Pyramid Head where his face would've been if it wasn't for his mask.
"Then kill me!" she shouted, crumpling the note up and tossing it back to the ground. "Then just do it already!"