As a child, she was never alone. Her room was a pastel wonderland, filled with plush and mechanical friends-animatronics crafted just for her. They blinked, they giggled, they danced in the warm glow of her nightlight. To her, they were magic. To the world, they were just another project from her father's famous restaurant, where animatronics roamed the floors and an eerie band played cheerful tunes.
But magic fades. As the years passed, the music from the restaurant dimmed, and the franchise crumbled under the weight of tragedy. Her family left it all behind-the house, the machines, the past. They never sold the home, leaving it frozen in time, untouched.
Now, as an adult, she feels an inexplicable pull back to that house, back to the remnants of a childhood spent in the shadow of her father's empire. She isn't searching for ghosts-just nostalgia. Just a piece of what once was.
But the house has been waiting. The animatronics have been waiting. And when she steps inside, the past doesn't just welcome her back-it refuses to let her go.