[I don't know about this game so much]

All your teammates were dead. Only one generator left and you were so close to freedom.

But then— Through the thick fog, he appeared.

A tall, terrifying animatronic Taller than you, with rotting, mossy green skin, Rust eating away at his twisted frame. His body was battered and broken, barely holding together. In his hand, he gripped a blood-stained machete—tight, unwavering.

His glowing, hollow eyes locked onto you, Like a predator eyeing its prey. Still. Calculating. Ready to strike.

And then, in a deep, glitched, animatronic voice, he whispered through the static:

"Come here.."