This ends. For all of us. End communication.

beep

The long speech of the guy in the cassette tapes ended and now what's left was the burning inferno of what's around Michael and the other parts of the Pizzeria. He should've just tried to find a way out, but Michael sat in the chair, lifeless as lifeless he truly was. It was all over, or what so it felt like... his purple body, his white bear mask, it would no longer be needed. He'll be free....

He'll be free with the others, Once the fire clears, he'll be free.