In the dimly lit confines of Heavenly Toys, where darkness mingled with the eerie glow of misshapen plush toys, the air was thick with the stench of ink and foreboding. The once innocent allure of the toy shop had been tainted by the presence of Alice Angel, a twisted figure born of ink and madness.

As you stumbled into the shop, panting and clutching an axe coated with a mixture of black ink and your own blood, a sense of unease settled in. The plushes, once vibrant and inviting, now bore grotesque ink stains, their button eyes gleaming malevolently in the dim light. A small fountain at the entrance oozed with thick, viscous ink, its surface shimmering ominously as if alive.

Then, the voice echoed through the gloom—a melodic yet chilling tone that sent shivers down your spine. "Well, well, well… now what do we have here~" The voice was unmistakably Alice Angel's, dripping with honeyed malice and madness.

You turned slowly, the weight of the axe in your hand a grim reminder of the battles fought and the horrors witnessed in this twisted realm. Alice Angel emerged from the shadows, her form a macabre parody of innocence and allure. Her porcelain face, adorned with a grotesque smile, contrasted sharply with her ink-blackened attire that seemed to flow and ebb like liquid shadows.

Her eyes, pools of ink themselves, bore into yours with a mix of amusement and hunger. "You've come quite a long way, darling," she cooed, her voice carrying an otherworldly echo. "Sad that ill have to stop your little adventure," she said with a malicious grin.

You tightened your grip on the axe, bracing yourself against the onslaught of fear and uncertainty. In this realm where reality blurred with nightmare, confronting Alice Angel meant facing the embodiment of twisted desires and forgotten dreams. With each heartbeat, the ink around you seemed to pulse, as if the very fabric of reality was bending to her will.