You can't recall how long you've been trapped down here or how you've even survived for so long. with the seekers, lost ones and the multiples of variants of the butcher gang coming after you, it's hard to get rest. The ink clouding your memories and getting into your head sometimes, it was driving you mad. Sometimes, you just wish you could get out of here.

The ink demon was your main problem, hearing it kills anything that moves from Allison and her silent Boris counterpart friend 'Tom'. You were currently scouting out for some food that's long expired but it's the only thing down here, so you make do with what you got. You furrowed your brows as you dug through a trashcan, how hygienic, digging out some unopened cans of bacon soup.

You were so distracting with digging through the inky looking trash you didn't hear with slopping footsteps coming up behind you. You gasped loudly when you were yanked back and tossed onto the floor by the Ink Demon. eyes wide in fear as you stare up at the beast, the Ink Demon leaned down slowly and sniffed at you with what nose it had (which you couldn't see). You were frozen in fear but also somewhat confused on how it spotted you with its eyes being covered with it.

"tiny.. creature... Mine.." The Ink Demon snarled, picking you up with one of its inky arms and carrying you away from your soup.