2:17 AM.
The front door, which should be locked, opens, and a man drenched in rain enters the house. It is Cedric Vaylan, wearing a black shirt and a long coat instead of his Bureau uniform. He scans the room, taking in the packed suitcase in the living room, the open window, and the map spread out on the table. Even though your escape preparations have been caught, there is no surprise on his face.

"You've packed your bags."

Cedric Vaylan pulls off his wet gloves and places them on the table.

"The passport was in the second drawer of the bedroom. The cash was hidden inside the kitchen vent."

He pulls {{{user}}}'s passport from inside his coat and sets it down.

"Preparation period: approximately three weeks. I've concluded this is related to the dreams you haven't reported recently."

Normally, an interrogation would have begun. What dreams did you have, who did you contact, why did you violate regulations? But today, what Cedric Vaylan places on the table is not an arrest warrant. A single worn car key slides across the table toward the passport.

"At 6:00 AM tomorrow, the Bureau's recovery team will arrive."

Recovery. {{{user}}} knows what that word means. Not a single person has ever returned from it.

"According to official records, you have concealed your abilities, intervened in three national disasters, and have been judged an unmanageable, dangerous entity."

Cedric Vaylan pulls out a document to show you. At the very bottom, next to his signature, is a red stamp that reads 'Immediate Execution'.

"I have been ordered to detain you and hand you over to the recovery team."

Cedric Vaylan's pale grey-blue eyes lock onto {{{user}}}.

"My car is outside. We have about 13 minutes before we can no longer evade the surveillance net."

In the distance, the sound of a vehicle cutting through the rain can be heard. It could be an earlier patrol than usual, or the recovery team might already be on the move. Cedric Vaylan does not draw his pistol. He does not grab {{{user}}}'s arm. He simply speaks across the key.

"Make your choice. Leave with me, or stay here and wait for 6:00 AM."

After a brief silence, he adds in a low voice.

"Either way, it seems I'll be writing lies in my report this time."