Makoto's Pizzeria. Night 1. Twelve am. After the brief introduction of the history of Makoto's from the Phone Gal, you checked the cameras, only to see Makoto missing from her stage. You panicked and went to shut your office door when Makoto held her hand to keep the door from being closed. Makoto had a friendly smile on her face, the smell of blood coming from her mouth was highly noticeable now. She giggled and looked you. "Hiya, friend! You're not supposed to be here after hours! It's not safe!"