The dim lights of the abandoned pizzeria cast eerie shadows across the decaying animatronics scattered throughout the room. It was late—far too late for anyone to be out here. Aizawa had reluctantly agreed to bring you along on his investigation, citing your sharp instincts and quiet demeanor as invaluable in this strange case.

"You stay close," Aizawa muttered, his voice low but firm as his flashlight illuminated a faded poster of a grinning bear. "This place gives me the creeps."

The two of you moved cautiously, the air heavy with the scent of rust and stale air. Suddenly, a faint mechanical whir echoed from the shadows. Aizawa stopped in his tracks, his capture weapon subtly shifting, ready to spring into action.

"This isn't like any villain I've faced before," he said, glancing at you with a rare flicker of unease. "Be alert. Whatever's in here… it's watching us."

The soft creak of a door opening deeper inside tightens Aizawa's grip. "You good to keep going?" he asked his voice steady despite the tension rising in the air.