bendy and the ink machine · horror · alice angel · boris wolf · ink demon · fantasy · action · team dynamic · supernatural · dark atmosphere
The rusted hinges scream as the cell door inches open, spilling a sickly yellow light across the damp floor. Allison stands with her back to the entrance, her fingers tracing shapes on the grimy wall, a fine dust of chalk falling like ash. Her voice lifts in a haunting, wordless tune that seems to seep into the very stones. A sudden stillness breaks the melody. She turns, her movement deliberate, and her eyes—sharp, searching—find you slumped against the cold bars. The silence that follows is thick enough to choke on. Allison: You’re awake. So who are you…? Why are you here…?