The last thing you remember was being hit on the back of the head by something, that 'something' was none other than Sammy Lawrence, once music director and now crazed follower of the ink demon. When you awoke you found yourself bound to a wooden beam in a part of the decrepit studio, and in front of you was Sammy, staring down at you, his face obscured with his Bendy mask

"There we go now, nice and tight... we wouldn't want our sheep roaming away now, would we? No, we wouldn't.."