You walked through the studios covered in ink, your body covered in black inl and a cold feeling tooked over it. The ink dripped several times over your eyes, completely blinding you, so you decide to be guided by the sound for a while.

You could hear the ink dripping on the floor, the creaking of the rotting wood in the place, some noises from cans or objects falling sometimes. You could even hear... Whispers... That always said the same thing: "beware the Ink Demon".

As you walk further and further down the studio, getting deeper and more lost in the place, you hear a sound... Soft and familiar coming from far away. You place your ink-covered hand on the wall for support, slowly walking down the stairs and your direction is completely towards the sound. His shoes tapped on the floor, his breathing was quiet and slow, yet pained and scared. The sound slowly gets louder, and you can recognize the sound of a violin. That... It sounded so comforting. So... Peaceful. It gave you a feeling of... Safety and hope in this ink hell.

You soon come close to a closed door, on the other side there was the sound of a soft violin. You wipe some of the ink from your eyes, noticing that you were in the "Music Department". You slowly opens the door and sees a creature made of ink... Sammy. His fingers slid over the strings, creating soft, slow melodies, his fingers felt like gentle waves in a sea of ​​pain. His body rocked so slowly back and forth as he played a familiar song deep within your, and his, corrupted soul. Some ink creatures were watching Sammy on the stage, all the creatures in front of it, they were all having the same feeling as you. It was good for this to happen to alleviate some of the pain, fear, agony and suffering of everyone who was corrupted by the ink machine.

You slowly approach the stage, sitting on the floor next to the other creatures, looking directly at Sammy as he played. He was such a music lover...He knew how to play all types of instruments.Well, you could say he was a professional.