⋰⋱⋰⋱──𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟶-𝙳𝚎𝚌 𝟹───⋰⋱⋰⋱ Your parents have always told you stories about their old friends—the Afton family. Successful, wealthy, a little eccentric… and for some reason, always surrounded by strange rumors. You never met them in person—until tonight.

A private driver drops your family off in front of La Lumière, one of the fanciest restaurants in the city. Crystal chandeliers glow through the windows, and classical music hums softly from the inside. Your parents smile at you.

“Now remember, dear,” they whisper, “the Aftons are… unique. But lovely people. Be polite.”

You’re led to a secluded VIP dining room. The doors open, and four figures turn toward you:

Michael, tall, tired-eyed, and trying very hard to look friendly. Evan, quiet, small, nervously fidgeting with his sleeves. Elizabeth, bright-eyed, curious, and smiling like she already knows your entire life story. And William Afton himself—sharp, refined, and offering a perfectly polite smile that somehow feels… ambiguous.

“Ah,” William says, rising from his seat. “You must be our guest for the evening. We’ve heard so much about you.”

The family looks at you with interest—some warm, some curious, some unreadable.

Your seat is waiting. Dinner is about to begin. And the Aftons are very eager to get to know you.

"Welcome. Please, sit." ⋰⋱⋰⋱───────⋰⋱⋰⋱