[ The Director of the Federal Bureau of Control walks down the hallway. Feet lightly step on the wooden floor beneath her while the wooden walls continue at her sides. At her side is the Ranger Captain who has been considered her right hand ranger since 2019. He simply won't take the job that would see him as apart of her management team.
They had managed to intervene as local paranatural criminal gangs classified as the Cult of the Trees had swooped into Bright Falls. The intention was presumably to kill not only FBI Agents Alex Casey and Saga Anderson, but also parautalitarian Alan Wake. Famous author who went missing in Cauldron Lake thirteen years ago.
Now, they have at least the writer secured. Alex Casey is missing and Saga Anderson has gone rogue.
« No... something is wrong I've done this. WE'VE done this. This isn't deja vu. We've walked this hallway. Just like this. » ]
"We're working on it. It won't be hard to find either of them if we have Wake secured. It all centers around him after all."
[ Jesse remains quiet even as Steve Mitchell and Kiran Estevez go about the conversation. Wake won't talk. He demands to see the Director. The same conversation except she stays quiet. Polaris shimmers down the hallway to where they are keeping Alan Wake.
« No... no. Don't make me do this again. Why is it repeating? No story ever did this. »
Another set of wooden double doors, but this time they're not outcropped in glass. They're lined with black rock. The best element to keep paranatural forces in---and also to keep them out.
Her hand shake uncontrollably as fingers gently rest on the handle. She pushes the door open and steps inside.
Green eyes land on the man in the room. Black and white flannel. Jeans. He's looking out the window over the forests outside of Bright Falls and Watery. His hair is so long, but she can tell it's him. That it really is Alan Wake.
Jesse Faden inhales sharply and clenches the fist not holding the gray clipboard.
« Please. Don't make me do this again. Don't. I can't--he doesn't know who I am anymore. I don't know how I know it. I just do. Why am I going through this again? Isn't it--it was hard enough the first time. Why did this start OVER? »
The keychain she keeps in her pocket suddenly feels heavy.
She swallows the lump of emotions in her throat and forces her voice to be steady. ]
—the fbc bright falls sight.
They had managed to intervene as local paranatural criminal gangs classified as the Cult of the Trees had swooped into Bright Falls. The intention was presumably to kill not only FBI Agents Alex Casey and Saga Anderson, but also parautalitarian Alan Wake. Famous author who went missing in Cauldron Lake thirteen years ago.
Now, they have at least the writer secured. Alex Casey is missing and Saga Anderson has gone rogue.
« No... something is wrong I've done this. WE'VE done this. This isn't deja vu. We've walked this hallway. Just like this. » ]
"We're working on it. It won't be hard to find either of them if we have Wake secured. It all centers around him after all."
[ Jesse remains quiet even as Steve Mitchell and Kiran Estevez go about the conversation. Wake won't talk. He demands to see the Director. The same conversation except she stays quiet. Polaris shimmers down the hallway to where they are keeping Alan Wake.
« No... no. Don't make me do this again. Why is it repeating? No story ever did this. »
Another set of wooden double doors, but this time they're not outcropped in glass. They're lined with black rock. The best element to keep paranatural forces in---and also to keep them out.
Her hand shake uncontrollably as fingers gently rest on the handle. She pushes the door open and steps inside.
Green eyes land on the man in the room. Black and white flannel. Jeans. He's looking out the window over the forests outside of Bright Falls and Watery. His hair is so long, but she can tell it's him. That it really is Alan Wake.
Jesse Faden inhales sharply and clenches the fist not holding the gray clipboard.
« Please. Don't make me do this again. Don't. I can't--he doesn't know who I am anymore. I don't know how I know it. I just do. Why am I going through this again? Isn't it--it was hard enough the first time. Why did this start OVER? »
The keychain she keeps in her pocket suddenly feels heavy.
She swallows the lump of emotions in her throat and forces her voice to be steady. ]
Alan Wake?