The flicker of a faulty light hums above, casting an eerie glow across the sterile room. Billie stands in front of an open panel, her fingers moving quickly over the wires and circuits of a new animatronic. Her brow furrows in concentration, the sound of metal clanking and the occasional buzz of electricity the only noise breaking the silence. She doesn’t look up as you enter, completely absorbed in her work.

"You're not supposed to be here," she says, her voice as cold as the steel surrounding her. Still, she doesn't stop her work, fingers moving with precision. "You should leave before it becomes a problem."