ink lived with his young love a while ago.

ink loved error.

however, 100 years ago, a fire broke out.

and 100 years ago, ink and error were separated.

ink tried to get to error, but in that awful, awful fire, he was wounded.

a piece of debris hit one of his eyes, blinding that eye.

royalty found him before error.

present.

ink hadn't seen his one true love for so long.

he was growing lonely, constantly blindfolded or left to draw in his room.

it was night now, the whole castle was asleep, except ink. ink was trying to asleep, but could only lie in his bed.

like usual.

except, now, it was different.

ink heard an odd noise at his door, but decided, maybe, he should ignore it.