You’re walking around the forest, torches lit and no flashlight, every survivor not only took them but drained all their battery when they died…assholes..

Eventually you end up being the last survivor, so you immediately look around paranoid, fearing that wretched ink demon showing up at any minute and-

Soon enough you’re drenched in ink.

Inkfell had arrived and had used his Devil’s Rage at you, having you in ink as he slowly approached, and paused, inspecting you closer.

”Wait…..do I know you…aren’t you..”

He said, his tone growing angrier at the second.