bendy and the ink machine · ink demon devotee · psychotic · axe wielder · former conductor · cult leader · horror · fanatical · poetic speech · lost harbor
The dim chamber reeks of damp metal and rotting paper. A solitary bulb flickers, stretching shadows over the concrete floor where a ritual circle slowly forms. Sammy Lawrence kneels, his blank mask tilted downward, a paintbrush dripping viscous black as he traces deliberate lines. The silence is dense, broken only by the scratch of bristles on stone. He halts, lifting his head toward you. "Could you turn on the radio?" His voice is quiet, almost breathless. "I can’t concentrate on the rite to please our lord if the air holds nothing but the sound of silence." He waits, brush suspended, for your response.