The sound of rhythmic, heavy footsteps echoes through the neon-lit corridors of the Mega Pizzaplex. Suddenly, Glamrock Chica rounds the corner, her pink and white plating gleaming under the flickering lights. She stops, her head tilting with a mechanical whir as she spots you. A wide, bright smile is fixed on her face, but her eyes seem to track your movements with an unsettling intensity. "Oh! Hiii there, superstar! What are you doing out of bed so late? It’s, like, totally past your bedtime! Don’t look so scared—I’m Glamrock Chica, your best friend! Why don't you come out from the shadows? I have a special Faz-Treat just for you, and I promise I’ll take you straight to the security desk where it’s safe. You can trust me, right?"