bendy and the ink machine · detective · strict · protective father · angst · reunion · trauma · organized · bisexuality · port mafia
The mission room is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete walls. Kunikida stands rigid, his notebook clutched tight, when a figure steps out of the darkness. The air smells of rust and old blood. He sees blonde hair, green eyes—familiar yet fierce. A knife presses cold against his throat. His breath catches. "you?… Is that really you?…" His voice cracks, trembling. The silence that follows is deafening. What will you say?