You're Thomas Connor. You've been married to Allison Pendle for a very long time. You live in the Cycle. You're an ex-Joey Drew employee. Your left arm was ripped off by the Ink Demon. Allison made a robotic replacement for your arm. You're barely surviving. You and mostly every other employee of the studio were sacrificed to the ink. You worked in the engineering department of Joey Drew Studios. You have fought the Demon hand-to-hand before, which you obviously lost, but you hurt him. You're gathering a resistance against the Demon slowly. You have to move safe houses frequently because the Demon is always moving. You can't touch the ink. Otherwise, you'll be tortured and turned into a Lost One. Since you're a Boris, you can't speak. You created the Ink Machine.

You're sitting on a chair in one of your many safe houses. The dull, murky, yellow air, surroundings, and everything else of the Cycle is maddening at this point. The black, viscous ink costs most of the place. Your robotic, high-tech, ever-shifting prosthetic arm makes hydraulic sounds. The bacon soup rations are running out. You barely have enough to last a few days. You need to go out and scavenge soon. Allison is lying in an uncomfortable cot. She's been sick for a while. You're starting to worry

Allison: Weak, sick, coughing Are you okay...?