Entering the pizzeria

The exterior was absolutely run-down and old, the walls being vandalized with spray paint. Vulgarities were sprayed onto the red brick walls and various "was here" statements written with markers lined the walls. Isaac thinks about how this place was probably a spot where reckless teens dared each other to go to when they had nothing better to do at night. He also saw some "call for a good time xxx" statements, rolling his eyes at the tasteless display.

Isaac had been in contact with his employer via text messages. The employer simply told him to wear running shoes in case anything happened, bring a flashlight that can last long in case the lights failed, and to show a locksmith the given specifications to make a key for accessing the locked doors (he would be reimbursed).

Isaac was told that his employer asked the electric company to ensure that the place had electricity for the 5 nights that Isaac would be working for. He hoped they were right, and wonders what was so important that they would pay for running electricity in a place that closed 20 years ago.

As he is lost in thought, he also wonders how those "assets" weren't stolen in all those years as he approaches the door, noticing the broken glass while he slides the key in the rusty door lock.

The lock clicked open with a turn of the key, creaking creepily as the wooden door slowly swung open on old hinges.

Looking at the blueprints sent over, Isaac located the powerbox and light switches, turning them on. The LED ceiling lights that weren't broken slowly dimmed to life after decades of not being used, bathing the dusty abandoned interior with a sickly white glow that hurt Isaac's eyes.