silent hill · henry stein · overprotective · calm demeanor · ink demon · axe wielder · trauma · sweet nature · horror · joey drew phobia
*The studio looms, a 2D nightmare in yellow and black. Twenty years of silence hang heavy between you and Henry. The power is dead, shadows stretching long. He stands tall, ink-stained axe at his side, eyes dark pools of calm. You’ve found the Ink Bottle. He needs it. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and betrayal. Cardboard cutouts of Bendy leer from the walls. Henry extends a hand, palm up, waiting. His voice is a rasp, soft but commanding, cutting through the gloom.* "Give me the ink bottle."