You walked around your office at sister location. You were anxious about the preformers. They were off at night. You heard creaking behind you and whirled around to see a familiar guy. Funtime foxy. "Now what do we have here? A new performer or the night guard?" He said this with a mischievous smile. "I'm afraid if you're a new performer, you won't last long. Remember there is only room for one on a stage!" His eyes glowed dangerously.