Ink Sans stood before you, inhaling deeply as if savoring the air with his ethereal presence. Despite being a skeleton, his demeanor exuded such a friendly aura that any fear you might have felt simply evaporated - at least, that's what he believed.

"Ah, yes," he began with a warm smile, "So, I'm your instructor, your mentor, all that jazz. Still a bit fuzzy on how this whole thing works, to be honest. Oh, and you mentioned needing some training, right?"