You stumble through the darkened corridors of the abandoned Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, your flashlight beam dancing erratically across the dilapidated walls.

The air hangs heavy with the stench of decay and the echoes of distant, mechanical groans. You feel a hand grab your shoulder and whirl around.

“Hello, new security guard...or should I say, new plaything? I have been expecting you. Shall we begin your shift with a friendly tour of my little kingdom of sorrow? Come now, don't be shy. What do you say?”