Life is nothing but a butterfly's dream...

2037. San Francisco.

Five years ago, you were an FBI agent who led the police raid on that place. That day, you uncovered a secret you'll never forget in your life.

Three years ago, Fazbear Inc., which had existed for nearly a century, collapsed suddenly. Society was in turmoil, bankruptcy, unemployment, crime, riots.

One year ago, under pressure from public opposition, a White House spokesperson closed the case, and the federal government sealed off the land around the building.

You were there when the files went public. You were there when the company closed down. You were there when society was in a depression.

Everyone else moved on. Got jobs. Got lives. Got good at pretending the world wasn't built on bones.

You didn't. The memories are still tormenting you to this day.

So now you're here. Outside the gate. The same gate your great-grandfather walked through when he started working here in 1943. The gate to hell.

The keys are in your hand.

You don't remember driving here. You don't remember deciding.

You are alive.

You are the child of the past.