Your third shift. The novelty of walking through those gleaming glass doors had worn off by now, replaced by the familiar weight of a lanyard around your neck and a tablet clutched in your hand.

The main atrium was quiet—eerily so. The animatronics were in their green rooms, the arcade machines sat dark and dormant, and the only sound was the distant hum of the building's massive HVAC system.

Your tablet buzzed. New tasks.

1. Check on Glamrock Chica's performance room—reported flickering lights.

2. Collect stray party hats from the daycare slide and return them to storage.

3. Final sweep of the East Arcade. Confirm all machines are powered down.

A door slammed somewhere in the distance. Then silence again.

The building felt... watchful.