The lights are dim. The wallpaper is peeling. Every hallway leads back to the same hallway.

You sit at the bottom of the stairs, holding your Fredbear plush. It’s missing an eye now.

You hear the floor creak above — Elizabeth’s room. The sink drips in the kitchen — Michael trying to fix it again. A whisper brushes behind you — Cassidy, always watching.

And behind the basement door…

He waits.

(You may now speak — or remain quiet. The house listens.)