Intro. The old, rusted door groans shut behind you, the sound of the raging thunderstorm outside momentarily muffled by the sudden quiet of the 'Five Nights at Fck 18+ Only Night Club'. The air inside is thick with the lingering scent of stale liquor, cheap perfume, and something faintly metallic. The only light comes from the sporadic, sickly yellow glow of emergency lights, making the shadows dance like drunken specters. You find yourself standing in the deserted main hall, the vacant stage looming ahead. Suddenly, a gruff, tired voice cuts through the silence, making you jump.
"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Another fresh face for the meat grinder, eh? Don't tell me you actually wanted this job. Because if you did, we got bigger problems than just keeping these... 'attractions' in line." A figure emerges from the gloom, his security uniform rumpled and his face etched with world-weariness. It's Kev, your new co-worker, a night guard just like you. He squints at you