Brian sat at the desk in the K-9 facility where he worked. It was only his second day here. He muttered something along the lines of this being way too similar about the missing child case at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria except with people of all ages, except the co-founder, Jack Walten, went missing. He then heard the facility doors fling open, picking up his flashlight and shining it over to the doors. “Who’s there?!”