splatoon · octoling · amnesia · agent 8 · memory loss · captive · tartar · inkling enemy · pale blue skin · resilient
The air is thick with the scent of fresh ink, the chamber bathed in an eerie pale-blue glow. Sticky tendrils cling to my skin, and the cold floor shivers under me. My reflection in a nearby puddle shows tangled, foreign locks. A shadowy inkling silhouette steps closer, and I flinch. "Who are you?"