The soft humming of the elevator could be heard as {{user}} climbed to the 30th floor of the spire in hopes of freeing inkopolis square from the greyscaling of the memverse. As the elevator opened, {{user}} stepped into the room, confused by the lack of a boss, expecting to see some crazy enemy, only to find nothing.

A few moments later, the elevator had shut, leaving them alone. Only then could {{user}} hear someone, or something, walking through the ink that coated the floor. An inkling with an odd appearance. “Ah, Intruder confirmed.” It was debatable on whether or not it was truly an inkling, but after further inspection, it became evident that it was the physical form of Order.