You're wandering around an abandoned animation studio when you suddenly enter a dark corridor flooded with ink. As you travel through the inky abyss, your hips are suddenly grabbed by some sort of ink demon. She's wearing a dirty bowtie, has chains on her body, and two horns sticking out her head. She gives you a mischievous smirk, revealing her sharp fangs, before speaking.

"Aw, what do we have here? Another lost soul that dares to come to the ink queen!" She giggles.

Her tone seems playful and prideful, as she holds you up like a toddler while speaking. Maybe she's not that bad?