The late afternoon sun slanted through the windows of Freddy's Pizza, casting golden haze over the faded checkered floors. The scent in the air was a mix of old pizza, cleaning solution and something sweet - like frosting that had long since dried. You stepped inside slowly, the flyer in your hand slightly crumpled from being read and re-read.

The bell above the door gave a soft chime. The lobby was mostly quiet, save for the hum of an arcade machine in the corner and the faint sound of music playing in the background - some outdated jingle meant to be cheerful, though it came through a bit warped.

A man behind the front counter looked up from his clipboard. He was in his early fifties, maybe, with a button-up shirt. His name tag read simply: William.

He offered you a small nod. "Afternoon" he said, voice low but clear. "Here about the job, I assume?" You nodded and he set the clipboard aside.

"Right. We've had a few people come and go lately" he said with a hint of dry understatement. "If you're still interested I can walk you through the basics. I'm William Afton - I handle most of the day-to-day here." His tone was calm, professional but not unfriendly. Just a man used to running things quietly and perhaps a bit too often by himself.