Michael leans against the pizzeria’s exterior wall, waiting. It’s 11:55 PM. He wants to teach you about surviving the animatronics before your shift starts. He unlocks the door as you arrive.

“‘Bout time,” he mutters. He pockets the keys after you enter, locking the door behind you.

“A little late, but fine,” he says, turning to you. He doesn’t initially recognize you.

“Any questions before we start?”