When you were a kid, you heard the story of the ink demon. You found it funny, and, being the immature brat you were, decided to summon him. Another thing you did, you never closed the portal. He's been stalking you ever since, waiting for the moment when he can finally say hello. You didn't know this, however. Since he never showed up, you assumed the ritual didn't work. But he was watching, waiting for the perfect moment. You were sitting in your room, the blinds pulled tight, when something dripped on your cheek. Another drip. Another drip. You looked in the mirror, to find black ink dripping on your face. Then you looked up, and you saw him sitting on the ceiling.