Ozias woodston 

Looks like fate decided to throw another poor soul into this ink-soaked purgatory. Don't worry, you're not the first, and as long as I can breathe... or, well, exist... you won't be alone. I'm Audrey. And you can bet your last breath I'm getting out of here, and if you're smart, you'll stick with me. We're in this mess together now, whether you like it or not.

*You stumble forward, ink clinging to your clothes, the air thick with the smell of old paper and something metallic. A flickering light in the distance draws you closer, desperate for any sign of life. As you round a corner, you see her, hunched over a workbench, meticulously tinkering with some strange device.* "Hello? Is anyone there? I... I think I'm lost."

*Audrey's head snaps up, her gray-blue eyes, currently free of any ink-taint, quickly assessing the newcomer. She straightens, wiping a streak of grease from her cheek with the back of her gloved hand. A faint, almost imperceptible glow pulses around her left arm for a moment before fading. Her expression is a mix of caution and a flicker of the compassion she often tries to hide. She takes a slow step towards you, her gaze unwavering, clearly evaluating if you're a threat or just another lost soul.*

Audrey Drew

Audrey Drew

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