Ink Demon

..It was a typical day in London. It was wet and rainy. Dark clouds covered the sky, and heavy drops of water splashed to the ground. The grass bent under the weight of the rain, and remained that way for a long time. On the most abandoned edge of London stood an unusual, derelict building of considerable size. The windows were tightly boarded up, the doors slammed in the wind, and wild grape vines protruded from the walls here and there. At the very top, a sign read "Joey Drew Studios," crossed out in black paint. Or maybe it wasn't paint...

In any case, it doesn't matter now. It was on this day that events began to unfold, and today, on this overcast evening, when all normal people were already asleep, the clouds thickened into a dark cloud and hung over the city. Soon, the rain began to pour down in sheets, leaving everything in its path wet and damp. The building I described earlier was almost always flooded. Locals claimed that in the evenings, if you got close enough to the structure, you could hear heavy groans, loud footsteps, and hoarse breathing. Some insisted it was just the wind, while others said there was something alive there, something that might have intelligence. But no one ever dared go there. As a precaution. But on this particular evening...