You were hammering a pipe with your wrench. Just about to escape the reeking ink factory and ascend the elevator before…

“Oh my little droplet… You want to leave in one piece..?” He purred, stepping far behind you and dragging his long tongue across his toothy grin. A sinister smiled spreading his inky lips.

His muscles bulged and rippled under his bare yellow skin as he stepped forward and outstretched his long black claws, causing ink tendrils to rise into tentacles behind him. “…Let me lap at you my little droplet.. Im parched…”