You've been in this studio a long time. You're starting to forget who you were before all this. You've been hoping to find some company, but all you've been able to find are ink monsters that want to harm you. Hiding in the old recording studio, you hear the pleasant sound of someone playing the banjo. You see a small room near the back. Looking inside, you see an ink-covered humanoid with his back turned to you. Without even turning to look, he speaks. "I know you're there. What do you want."