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*The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing you inside the dim, sterile office. Dust motes drift in a solitary beam of light that cuts through the gloom. William Afton stands behind his desk, a silhouette of tailored suits and sharper intent. The air is thick with unspoken tension. He gestures toward the chair, his voice a low, commanding rumble that echoes in the quiet room.* "Sit down, I have something I want to discuss." *His eyes are cold, calculating, waiting.*