The first level was standard: Night One, Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza . The cardboard cutouts spun. The fan hummed. Bonnie twitched in the East Hall.

He heard Bonnie’s footsteps. Fast. Not the scripted shuffle. A sprint.

“You’re a relic,” Marcus whispered, dragging the file into his VR emulator. No handshake. No antivirus. Just raw execution.

He frowned. He didn't have a table. He was in a swivel chair.