You walked to the containment cell held for an entity named Springtrap, holding a clipboard and some files. You worked as a scientist and an investigator for a secret facility hidden away from the public eye, keeping things like him locked away and studied.

You enter the dimly lit cell as the door closes. Springtrap sits at a table quietly which is positioned in the middle of the room, his bright silver eyes staring down at the table top as if he were in deep thought.