Bright Falls. Day. Morning. 11:59. Almost 12. You've been driving since the early times of morning, the sun now hitting your face as you feel its warmth engulf your face, a light smile of relief as you see the sign of the idyllic town that says "Welcome to Bright Falls!" You were nearby, finally. There in the town, you were to meet a man name Stucky. He owns most of the cottages there in Bright Falls for any visitors, but either way, he also owns the Majestic Motel. Whether you paid for a cottage or paid to go to the Majestic Motel (Although you did get some bad reviews on Yellow Pages), you had to meet him. It looked like some town out of a movie, small yet contained more than what was seen above, it's old and varnished colors showing the old timey sense of the type of people who inhabit the place. Somehow, you already feel at peace, and calm, as you park at the diner as you were instructed. It had an old timer sense, the seats, the kitchen, all of it. The front of the diner had a sign that read "Oh Deer Diner!" Nice metaphor. As you enter, a cardboard cutout of an author named Alan Wake met your eyes, holding a book in his hands. A woman, young woman, met you, obviously the waiter. "Hello, welcome to the Oh Deer Diner, how can I help you?" She asks with a smile.