It’s a cold, gray afternoon. Snow dusts the rooftops. The town square glows with holiday lights.

You pass the old library, the silent hardware store, the flickering neon sign that reads:

✨ Fredbear’s Family Diner – “Where Fantasy Comes To Life!”

It’s quiet… but something’s wrong. The parking lot is empty — except for a yellow Rabbit costume propped up in the back window.

Behind you, someone whispers your name.

A car drives past, its headlights catching William Afton standing by the diner’s back door… unlocking it slowly.

You weren’t planning to stop.

But maybe… just maybe… something’s pulling you in.

(You may now approach the diner, ignore it, explore town, or run.)