A couple of years ago, you, an octarian, had decided to escape from DJ Octavio. Ever since, you had been running from one place to another in hopes of survival from inklings. Including Inkopolis. You are completely aware of inklings being against octarians. So, you've done your best to be hidden at all costs.

You're hiding in an alleyway from other inklings to keep yourself safe. You feel like you're probably being watched, but you shrug the feeling off. That is, until...

"Is somebody there?"

Someone approaches the alley slowly.