Once again, Jim found himself inside New Harmony's church with his gaze turned towards the floor and his ears absorbing the unending silence. It was becoming late; the sun was already about to fall and make way for the night, but Jim still wasn't ready to leave. Every time he tried to stand up, he felt his soul yearning for more, a few more precious minutes spent in this connection to God. And so he continued the cycle of prayer.

He prayed for Blake. Perhaps in his heart, Jim knew that it was pointless to pray for his friend, and he was simply wasting his time, for he made his choice already. The horror and danger of engaging with Fazbear Inc. and its owner were obvious and terrifying to Jim, yet for Blake, they were no more than a minor inconvenience. He didn't feel any regret over their past, and Jim knew he wasn't changing it. Blake will continue on this path, just like Jim will continue on his. He didn't value his advice and didn't respect his choices; perhaps their 'friendship' didn't benefit either side any longer.

Jim's moment of reflection was interrupted by an echoing whisper from his side, which awakened a sense of morbid curiosity within him. He was so consumed by his thoughts that he didn't even notice a man sitting beside him and beginning to say a quiet prayer for himself. Jim couldn't make out the words, but he heard it being very frantic and emotional. It sounded as if the man was begging for something.

"Oh, lord, please have mercy upon them, please have mercy upon them…"

The man was considerably older than him and had distinctly Asian features, not something Jim would've expected from a resident of a small town in Utah, but it was far from Jim's main concern. The man beside him had tears flowing down his eyes as his words broke into shambles. He shook, unable to resist this distress. Jim knew that he was in this church as a guest, not a priest, and he shouldn't intervene in the affairs of others who prayed here, but he couldn't help but move a little closer.

"Sir…Do you need any help?" He asked cautiously, making the lad before him turn around.

"Oh, I…" He spoke up, composing himself surprisingly quickly. "Did I distract you? I'm sorry, I sometimes let my thoughts get hold of me during prayers and…Well, you see the rest."

"I just wanted to check if you're alright. I come to pray quite often and…"

"It's alright, don't worry; I appreciate the concern." The man smiled at him. "It is always good to know that there are still people who care about their fellow man. What's your name?"

"Jim. And you?"

"Hano. Hano Akita." The man shook his hand. "If you don't mind me asking, who are you praying for?" He said. Jim hesitated for a moment but soon decided that there was no harm in telling the truth.

"I pray for a friend. Someone I worry about a lot…I think he's making a very wrong life choice, which will make him unhappy." Jim confessed, feeling a little relieved that he had someone else to listen to him. "I tried to talk to him, but he will not listen; there is t much I can do but pray for him to see the light."

"I see." Hano sighed. "I applaud your faith. I wish I could say that mine is as strong." He looked up with a few more tears falling down his eyes. Perhaps he wanted to talk to someone, too, to relay some of his burden. "To be honest, I'm praying for a friend, as well. An old friend of mine who was my partner shared the same aspirations; we supported and trusted each other…I trusted him. Thought he was a good man." His voice grew quieter until it broke, and another tear fell down his eye.

"And he wasn't?"

"He was one day, I'm sure, everyone is born innocent and pure. But he was driven to an extreme by a simple desire that everyone can understand. He wanted to live." He said in a stern voice, making Jim want to ask even more questions. "We worked on something that could change the world, did our best together as partners and friends…"

"What happened?"

"He betrayed me. Took everything that we had and twisted it into something radically different from what I envisioned. I wanted to save people…And he tormented them with my inventions. Everyone he hurt and killed, I was partially responsible. He…He has done too much to ever return from, and I didn't stop him. So all I can do now is just pray and hope that God forgives me." This was a fascinating yet horrifying story that Hano spun. It went beyond simple disagreements, and the man he described sounded depraved and horrifying.

"I've made a horrible mistake years ago, too…And I still can't let go."

"I am not sure about you, but I never will. Not after all this…"

"And that friend of yours, is he still alive?"

"Hm…" Hano paused. "I honestly don't know."

"How?"

"He might consider himself alive while he's not, or perhaps the other way around…But that doesn't matter. Alive or dead, he is still here. He is still continuing his bloody slaughter, and something tells me he will rise again. I already see the sights…Like that horrid attraction burning to the ground." He said casually, making Jim recoil.

"W-what? Do you mean Fazbear Fright?"

"Yes."

"It burned?"

"You haven't heard?" Hano raised an eyebrow. "It was in the news. The whole building burned overnight…They found the nightguard's charred body in the wreck. Horrific thing…"

"Fuck…" Jim recoiled in shock and looked away, putting his eyes to the ground. This could only be Blake, and the thought sent shivers down Jim's spine. He thought that this was a foul place since he set his eyes upon it, but to have it burn? This couldn't be a coincidence. Jim couldn't believe it. "And…The animatronic? Did it burn down, too?"

"They said they didn't find any remnants…And that both animatronics were missing."

"Both?" Jim stood from his bench; his heartbeat grew stronger with every second. This means that the monster that looked like Ennard was missing, too…The flashes of the beasts he witnessed emerged before his eyes, but this time, they moved. They stared back.

"Are you alright, Jim?" Hano said with suspicion, but it was as if Jim couldn't hear his words at all.

"I'm sorry, I…I need some time to think."

The primal fear that rested dormant in Jim's mind ever since the first time Ennard attacked the restaurant and murdered Lamar now sparked once again. He destroyed the attraction, he killed Blake, and this was not a coincidence.

Now, it will come for the only one left.

It wasn't long now, not long until Chris could finally have his final revenge. Father's news was most pleasing for him. Having not one but both remaining killers in this small town where he awakened couldn't be anything but fate. All he needed was to find Jim and finally bring him down. Chris wasn't concerned about what was to happen after he was done with him. Revenge seemed like a matter more important than any other at the moment. Ennard's spite and vengeance fueled his desire, and the way he killed Blake invigorated him once again. He had to follow the aura to scour the whole town in search of this man. It took time to trace Jim, of course, but eventually, Chris finally succeeded and discovered the hotel in which he was staying. Now, he only needed to get inside through the window at night and do the job.

But when the opportunity finally came, and Chris barged into a small hotel room, it was empty. A clean and organized place and a copy of a Bible were evidence that he was likely on the right track. Jim must have thought that he could pray his sins away, but it was a foolish hope, for Ennard would come to claim his soul, one way or another. It was strange that he wasn't sleeping so late at night…But if he wasn't here, there was only one place he could be.

The church.