Knowing
The bank manager doesn't know who she is, but he's pretty sure she shouldn't be here. This is fortunate, because there was some small chance he might recognize her, from long ago.
"Don't sound the alarm," she says, sitting in his desk chair. "Sit down, be quiet, and do exactly as I say..."
He gives her an incredulous look.
"...or you will wake up tonight in a dark place," Alessa says, meaning it, "that you once thought was holy, and then you learned it wasn't. You may have forgotten the cult, but the cult hasn't forgotten you... or what you did."
This man, in his late fifties, wearing an Italian suit and horn-rimmed glasses, is one of the upstanding local businessmen who helped to fund Wish House. His business acumen was part of what concealed the White Claudia ring from prying eyes. Alessa's actually not quite sure why he's still alive; he was out of town when Harry Mason entered Silent Hill, which explains that, but she'd've expected Walter Sullivan to have killed him.
She's not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, though.
"What do you want?" he says, finally, with a mouth that's gone dry.
"It's embarrassing," Alessa says, "but money. As much as you can conveniently scrape together. Small, unmarked bills, and perhaps an account in some Caribbean place."
"I can't--"
Alessa frowns at him.
"--all right! Okay. Okay, fine. I can pull... I don't know, a few hundred thousand without anyone noticing?"
She stands up briskly, smoothing out her T-shirt and jeans like it'll somehow make them less ragged. "I suppose that'll do. Thank you."
"I thought the cult was gone," he says, and moves to his chair. He sits down, logs into his computer, and is instantly more comfortable in an odd sort of way. "After all the... you know, murders, and disappearances, pretty much everyone who was left got out of town. I figured it was all over."
"It's Silent Hill," Alessa says, and sits down in one of his client chairs. "Nothing's ever really over."