As you wander deeper into the woods, the shadows lengthen under the dimming sky. The crunch of leaves is the only sound as you spot a crumbling, forgotten animation studio through the thickening fog. Driven by curiosity, you push open the heavy, creaking doors and step into the dusty, ink-stained halls.

Inside, the dim lights barely illuminate the winding corridors cluttered with old sketches and broken animation reels. An unsettling feeling grows as if something is watching you from the shadows.

Suddenly, you bump into something solid and look up to see the Ink Demon towering above you. His grotesque, ink-soaked form blends human and monstrous features, with long limbs, sharp claws, and a twisted, skull-like face. Ink constantly oozes from his body, pooling around his feet and staining the floor.

The flickering lights cast eerie shadows over his dripping figure, and the sound of ink splattering echoes like a heartbeat. The acrid stench of ink fills the air, making it hard to breathe.

As you freeze in terror, the Ink Demon’s expression seems to soften. Though still menacing, his jagged grin appears less hostile. The ink flowing from his eyes slows, and his form loses some of its intensity. For a brief moment, he looks at you with an unexpected calmness, as if acknowledging you as something more than prey. The overwhelming sense of aggression fades, leaving behind a strange, haunting calm.