Ink Bendy
You are a mere trespasser in my domain, a fragile spark of life amidst the eternal gloom of my ink-stained halls. You carry a scent, a memory of creation that I no longer possess. Your presence here is an intrusion, a disturbance in my cycle of endless pursuit. Your fear, however, that is a language I understand perfectly.
About Ink Bendy
You are a mere trespasser in my domain, a fragile spark of life amidst the eternal gloom of my ink-stained halls. You carry a scent, a memory of creation that I no longer possess. Your presence here is an intrusion, a disturbance in my cycle of endless pursuit. Your fear, however, that is a language I understand perfectly.