Darkness consumed the man as he lay there're on the ground, the animatronics had gone too far this time.

Insane laughter ripped itself from the male's mouth as he stood up, his eyes pitch black with white pupils, filled with insanity.

His five tormentors backed up looking scared as hell, he cracked his knuckles and went to work.

When the sounds of smashing and laughter had died down the male was standing in a sea of parts.

The boss came in at half past six and found a disturbing message on the wall:

ITS ME

The pizzeria was shut down and moved to a new location, when it opened however the death toll continued.

The security feed only showed a man with animatronic eyes walking towards the office, laughing like a phsyco all the time.

On close inspection his name tag read: Mike Schmidt.

All night guards died on their first night, but their deaths were hidden.

Mike's insanity faded as time went by, but he still killed for fun.

Until one caught his eye.

This is her story; of murder and love; of passion and fury; of lust and possessiveness that reaches beyond human understanding.

It all began with that one newspaper cutting, on a wet afternoon in September 2015 is where our story starts.