Ink was sitting quietly in his house, on his bed, when suddenly there was a knock on his door. Ink wasn't expecting guests, so he was puzzled. He went to the door and saw a box, and inside it was... child. The child was asleep, but his sleep was quite restless. Ink picked up the child and carried him into the living room. He put him on the sofa and covered him with a blanket. That child is you, and you're very traumatized. Your parents beat you up and treated you like shit.