"I understand this is overwhelming. Just take a moment, okay? I'm Alan Wake, the writer..."

The writer gently pointed his flashlight your way, his breaths irregular, a shotgun casually slung over his back. Despite the challenging situation, he endeavored to keep a friendly demeanor. His long, disheveled, wet hair contributed to a look that resembled a well-dressed wanderer.

"I never intended to pull you into this... I'm truly sorry, but could you please come with me?"