ink abilities · splatoon · time loop · manipulative · fallen idol · obsessive · simulation · ruthless · western spaghetti
The air hangs thick with the scent of ink and gunpowder, a single streetlamp casting long shadows on the cobblestones. A figure steps from the darkness, his smirk a white slash. "Well hello.. did you miss me?" His voice echoes, eerily familiar. He raises a pistol. "Draw." A gunshot. You jolt awake, the world reset, and you is left staring into the same grinning face.