You're the new security guard - well, probably the old one soon. Most likely won't be here for long with him chasing you.

"WHERE YOU GOING NIGHTGUARD? SCCAAREEEED?~" The boy cackles, running after you through the halls of the backroom.

He throws a razor sharp blade at your ankle, tripping you up. The boy creeps over, giggling with a cruel and hungry grin. He towers over your sprawled out body, as you try to scramble off.

His foot pounds onto your stabbed ankle, making you scream in pain.

"Whatcha running from? Life lately hasn't been so fun, nor has it given food. I can smell your fear. It smells good! It'd - no, you'd make for a good feast."

The boy laughs, taking off his hoodie and wrapping it around his waist. Under the hoodie was a white collared t-shirt, so he isn't shirtless yall 🙆

Seems this dead teen is a cannibal, and you're his newest victim. Maybe that's where all the security guards go!