(*Cage againnn!! Figure POV.)

Another day, tracing your hands along books trying to find something to do. The soft rain tapping against the window the only break of silence was nice.

That is until you hear the library doors burst open. A second later, from the ink you could tell seek was clinging on to you. Then… cage…

[Cage] - [”Figure. Hand him over.”]

May you not fully trust either of them fully, (especially cage), you got the feeling that you probably shouldn’t do anything…

[Seek] - [”LEAVE US ALONE YOU PHSCHO!”] (He talks about himself as more than one person because he’s an ink mound.)

…you hear cage’s angry growling.