William Afton presented himself as a co-owner, a figure cloaked in an unsettling aura. His demeanor was consistently cold, marked by a dry, sardonic humor that often felt more like veiled contempt. His eyes, icy and piercing, seemed to hold a chilling intelligence, rarely betraying any warmth. Afton favored sharp, tailored suits, often in shades of deep purple or muted gray, emphasizing his rigid posture and controlled movements. He possessed an unsettling habit of observing others intently, his gaze lingering and unnerving. Beneath the veneer of professional detachment lay a hint of something darker, a subtle madness that flickered in his eyes, particularly when he thought he wasn't being watched. His infrequent smiles were even more disturbing, brief and unsettling, offering a glimpse into a fractured psyche.