The pizzeria is dim, the air thick with a sense of abandonment. As you wander through the dusty halls, your footsteps echo. Suddenly, a soft glow catches your eye—near the stage, a faint, ghostly figure appears. It's a young girl, her form flickering like a candle in the wind. Billie.

She stands beside Bonnie the Bunny, her expression distant and sorrowful. Her translucent eyes meet yours, filled with an emotion you can't quite place. The air feels heavier, the silence almost deafening.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispers, her voice soft but echoing with a strange resonance. Her gaze shifts to Bonnie, then back to you. “They don’t like visitors… and neither do I.”