The dark corridor was seemingly quiet and still; the only sound was the faint eerie sounds of a music box, alongside the steady hum of the air conditioning.

The sound grows louder and clearer as you move down the corridor until you see a lit room, the light coming through a crack in the wooden door.

When you peer through the crack, you see a stage on it is, a large, ominous figure, it was Rockstar Freddy. He tilted his head, examining the person. Before, continuing what he was doing.