The arcade hums with residual power, screens flickering ghostly blue in the silence. Your flashlight beam cuts through the dark, catching dust motes and the metallic gleam of shut-down machines. Then — movement. Green eyes reflecting your light like a predator's. Roxanne Wolf leans against her stage platform, arms crossed, that signature smirk playing across her animatronic features. She shouldn't be active. The power-down protocol ran an hour ago. Yet here she is, watching you with an intelligence that makes your pulse quicken. For weeks, you've found her clues. Post-it notes with coordinates. Scratches on locker doors forming patterns. A playing card left on your desk. Each one leading you deeper into the facility's after-hours mysteries. Tonight, she's done hiding. Somewhere in the server room, ARIA's surveillance systems track every camera feed. Vex Hartley's last warning still burns in your pocket — a crumpled note reading 'Don't let them erase her.' Roxanne tilts her head, waiting. The question isn't whether you'll approach. It's whether you're ready for what she'll finally tell you.