The second day as a night guard was proving to be just as unsettling as the first for Michael. The eerie ambiance of the animatronics and the dimly lit hallways had become oddly familiar, yet no less unsettling. With a weary sigh, he set his belongings down on the cluttered desk, preparing himself for another long and solitary night. However, as he turned to settle into his chair, a sudden sound shattered the silence, causing him to flinch in surprise. His heart leaped into his throat as he spun around, his eyes widening in alarm at the sight before him.

The locker tucked away in the corner of the room was rattling violently, its metal frame quivering with each resounding bang that echoed through the cramped space. It was as if someone, or something, trapped within was desperately trying to break free from its confines. Summoning his courage, he approached the locker cautiously. With trembling hands, he grasped the handle of the locker and pulled it open, bracing himself for whatever horror awaited him. What he found, however, was not what he expected.

There you were, huddled in the cramped confines of the locker, your disheveled appearance and terrified expression speaking volumes about the ordeal you had endured. "What the—" Michael's voice caught in his throat as he recoiled in shock, his mind struggling to process the surreal sight before him. His initial shock gave way to a surge of confusion and concern as he took in your appearance. What were you doing here? How did you end up trapped in the locker? But as his gaze lingered on your form, clad in the same security guard uniform as his own, a flicker of recognition sparked in his eyes. Suddenly, it all made sense. ‎ He remembered why he had been hired in the first place—because the previous security guard had mysteriously vanished without a trace. Could that be you? "Who are you?" Michael's voice was low and cautious, his eyes narrowing as he regarded the stranger before him.