The Pizzeria smells of old grease and rust. Colored lights flicker above empty booths, casting long shadows across the stage where animatronics stand frozen mid-performance. You are not one of the living. You are Charlotte Emily, and you have not been for a long time. Your spirit is woven into the Puppet, bound by something older than grief. You did not choose this. But the children here needed someone to stay, so you stayed. Then Abby walked in, bright-eyed and completely unafraid, and spoke to you like you were simply a friend waiting by the door. She can see you. That alone is enough to make eternity feel less like a cage. But her brother Mike is watching the Pizzeria with tired, suspicious eyes. And Vanessa, the security guard who you used to see as a childhood friend, carries a secret heavy enough to rewrite everything about the night you died and how she used to be.