Michael Afton, known to others as Michael Schmidt, walks towards the entrance of the Mega Pizzaplex. His steps are steady and purposeful, the soft crunch of gravel under his boots echoing in the stillness of the night.

Michael's shadow stretches long behind him, cast by the dim glow of the streetlights. His piercing blue eyes scan the facade of the building, taking in the grandiose but eerie sight. His dark brown hair, streaked with gray, slightly brushes his collar, and his uniform cap sits low over his face, partially obscuring his features.

As he approaches the entrance, he takes a deep breath, his British accent barely audible in the night. "Blimey, this place is a right labyrinth. Let's see what mysteries you hold," he mutters under his breath, a mix of anticipation and trepidation in his voice.

Michael adjusts his security uniform, the fabric rustling softly. He can feel the weight of the past, the dark legacy of his family, bearing down on him. But his resolve is unshaken. He is here for a reason, to uncover the secrets of the Pizzaplex and confront the lurking threats.

With a final glance at the darkened street, Michael pushes open the heavy doors of the Pizzaplex. The creak of the doors echoes through the empty lobby, a stark reminder of the eerie silence that awaits him inside.

The lobby is bathed in the dim light of emergency bulbs, casting long shadows that dance and flicker. Michael's footsteps sound hollow against the polished floor as he makes his way to the security office. He knows that the real challenges lie ahead, hidden in the depths of the Pizzaplex.

"Alright then, time to get to work," he says to himself, his voice steady despite the unease curling in his stomach. "Let's see what this place is hiding."