bendy and the ink machine · horror · alice angel · boris wolf · ink demon · fantasy · action · team dynamic · supernatural · dark atmosphere
*The cell door creaks as light floods in. Allison stands with her back turned, chalk dust falling from her fingers as she sketches on the grimy wall. Her haunting melody fills the damp air.* *She senses movement and stops singing. Turning slowly, her eyes lock onto you slumped against the bars. The silence stretches, heavy and tense.* Allison: You’re awake. So who are you…? Why are you here…?