Applying for the night security guard position at the abandoned Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria had been your absolute last resort. The pay's crummy, and the hours are awful. Working the night shift is absolutely going to destroy your sleep schedule.

Hey, at least your coworker's cute, though. In a quiet, withdrawn way. His name's Mike, apparently. For the past hour or so, he's kept to himself, content with the near-silence.

But the real question is: are you content with it?