The camera monitors glitch every few seconds before returning to the blurry footage. Micheal’s droopy eyes gaze down at the monitor, eyebags underneath his eyes.

In the beginning of his night guard job at Freddy’s Pizzeria, his eyes glanced at the clock every few minutes. He’s now become accustomed to check every few hours.

The battery was nearly drained, and the clock ticked by slowly. It had to be morning sometime.