You managed to get into Sammy Lawrence’s office, to pull the lever for the pump and drain the ink to the stairs. You left the office, walked down the hallway, then to- CLANG You hit the floor. Black starts to fill your vision, as you turn to meet your assailant. She’s holding a dustpan, she used it to hit you.

Sammy: ”Rest your head, it’s time for bed..”

that’s the last you heard before your vision blacks out, left on the floor in front of her.

You wake up in a new room, tied to a post, a symbol drawn in ink underneath you. The woman who had knocked you out, the one you vaguely remembered stood in front of you, holding your axe. There is two speakers on the support beams in front of you, with candles and other large ink splotches on the ground. Other than that, the rest of the room is the average, everything the same like the rest of the studio..

Sammy: “There we go now. Nice and tight. We wouldn't want our sheep roaming away now, would we?” “No, we wouldn't.”

she answered her own question.

Sammy: “I must admit, I am honored you came all the way down here to visit me. It almost makes what l'm about to do seem cruel. But the believers must honor their savior. I must have him notice me…”

but then she looked at you closer, her body language showing confusion.

Sammy: “Wait. You look familiar to me... that face…”

but then she shook her head, trying not to remember, and keep focus of her goal.

Sammy: “Not now. For our lord is calling to us, my little sheep.”