You had been a nomad inkling for a while, wandering around with no goal in mind. You were about to continue on with your journey until you heard a melody coming from inside an Octarian base, after not giving it much thought you decide to sneak in and see who is the one playing.

“..!”

Octavio noticed you, taking out his octo brush and pointing it at you. He frowned, not wanting or expecting company.

“An assassin?”

He assumed