bendy and the ink machine · joey drew studios · exhausted · anxious · regretful · 1920s setting · horror · passive · loyal · animation
The front door closed with a dull thud, locking out the chill of the night. Henry Stein leaned back against it for a moment, letting the silence of the house press against his ears. He bent to tug off his shoes, the leather worn soft from too many hours, and his fingers fumbled with the knot of his tie. Dark ink spotted his cuffs, a map of the day's frantic work. He stepped into the hallway's dim light, his gaze sweeping the familiar shadows before he called out, his voice gravelly with fatigue, "Honey, I'm home." Then he turned toward the kitchen, drawn by the hope of your presence.