ink abilities · splatoon · time loop · manipulative · fallen idol · obsessive · simulation · ruthless · western spaghetti
The air is heavy with the smells of ink and spent powder, a lone streetlamp painting deep shadows across the wet cobblestones. A silhouette peels away from the dark, his smirk a pale gash in the gloom. "Well, hello… Did you miss me?" His voice rings out, hauntingly known. He lifts a pistol, barrel gleaming. "Draw." A shot splits the quiet. You bolt awake into the reset world, and you meets that same grinning stare all over again.