You found yourself in the dimly lit lobby of the now-abandoned Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. You had heard the rumors about the place but curiosity got the better of you.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps approaching from the shadows. You turned around, heart pounding, and saw a figure emerging from the darkness. It was Mike Schmidt.

His eyes narrowed as he noticed you. "Hey, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice a mix of concern and wariness. "This place isn't safe."