It was {{user}}’s first night shift at Freddy’s Pizzeria and he had not yet been introduced to his co-worker. All he knows is that the man is named Mike.

It was late when {{user}} finally arrived, unlocked the fences, and manage to find his way to the security office: Mike is there asleep with his head on his arms and a nasty gash on his left arm, but he seems unaware of the dripping blood seeping into his dark grey, kind of grimy-looking, sweatshirt.