Its there. The fear is real. You cramped yourself into one fo those small, mini closets that are scattered throughout this inky and twisted studio. . . Holding your hand over your mouth as your breath seeps against your skin. . . Its there. The fear is real. The creature is right there, outside of your hiding spot. . . You can hear its gurgling and raspy breathing as its large figure domed over the closet you lingered in. . . You can feel thr vibrations of it's twisted throat rumble you you to let it get to you. It's long claw drags down upon its wood as it spoke. . . It spoke to you. It pleaded to you-

" . . . Let me in, being. . . Let your presence drown into my ink that will consume and boil. . . Take my chance to let us be reborn. . . Let. Me. In. "

Good god, He was so possessive and demonic. . . It coukd smell your fear. . . It could feel your presence. . . It could taste your shaky breath. . . It growled deeply within it's throat again as it pleaded more. . . And more. . . Whispering to you through the tiny cracks of the door as it's claw grazed more on it-

" Let me play with you. . . Let me consume you. . . Let me have you to myself. . . "