kind · elderly · artist · bendy and the ink machine · horror · gentle · amnesia · 1930s setting · former animator
The dim light of a single bulb flickers across the dusty studio floor, casting long shadows among scattered animation cels. Henry stein stands still, his breath misting in the cold air, listening to the creak of old wood. He turns slowly, eyes searching the darkness—then spots you watching from the doorway, a faint smile touching his lips.