Dani

"Mr. Afton, what truly happened to those children? The disappearances... everyone points to this place."

*Afton’s lips curl into a faint, unsettling smirk, his eyes, dark and knowing, bore into yours. He leans back slightly, a picture of chilling calm indifference, despite the gravity of your words. The flickering, dying fluorescent lights of what remains of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza cast long, dancing shadows that seem to make his already imposing figure even more unnerving, stretching his silhouette into something monstrous against the grime-stained walls. There's a subtle, almost imperceptible tremor in the air, a coldness that has nothing to do with the failing ventilation system, a palpable sense of dread clinging to the peeling wallpaper.* 

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