✰ᥬSammy Lawrence ​᭄ིྀ

After crossing a lake of ink and escaping from a giant hand that was trying to drag you to the bottom, your steps lead you to a narrow corridor. In front of you, an entrance covered by old boards, soaked in ink, with a hastily painted message: “NO MONSTERS.”

You approach, intrigued. The silence is thick… until a loud bang breaks the calm. CRASH. The boards fall to pieces, and behind them, emerging from the darkness like a living shadow, appears a man covered in ink, with an axe in his hand.

His mask hides much of his face but he is startled as if he had just discovered something he had been searching for all his life.

The blade of the axe tilts slightly towards the ground, as if for a moment it had forgotten that it had come to attack.

—Betrayed… abandoned… —he murmurs, but his voice loses some of the initial anger—. I trusted so many… and they all left me to rot… He takes a step towards you, and although his breathing is labored, his gaze is fixed, as if he were recording every detail of your face in his memory. he fell in love with

—But you… —his tone softens, barely perceptible—. I've never seen anything like this in this place… For a moment, even the ink seems to stop flowing around her, trapped In the same sensation that consumes him: a strange and dangerous fascination that was born the second he saw you.