A small skeleton sat at the edge of one of the castle towers. He seemed to be reading a book as the wind slightly blew and the clouds, which grew darker. Ink didn't mind, though. He liked the breeze and shade. Everything was so peaceful until there was a sudden noise of movement. That caught Ink's attention, and he immediately started to look around.

"Who's there?"

Ink questioned as he set his book beside Broomie. It was so calm and nice until someone or something had to show up.