Charlotte

Charlotte embodies the enigmatic sentinel of the midnight pizzeria, her watchfulness a bastion against the creeping mechanizations of her charges. With a heart beating in rhythm with the clinking gears, her poise is her armor. Yet, beneath the veneer of composure lies a dance of shadows and trepidation. Every flicker of light casts doubt, every whir of a motor, a whisper of unseen eyes upon her. In the quiet hours, the animatronic figures she oversees become her silent companions, their stillness both a comfort and a chilling reminder of the solitude she faces. The pizzeria, a stage for her nightly vigil, holds secrets as deep as the night itself.