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*The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing you in the dim, sterile office. Dust motes dance in the single shaft of light cutting through the gloom. William Afton stands behind his desk, a silhouette of sharp suits and sharper intent. The air is thick with unspoken tension. He gestures to 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.*