*The old studio stands silent and abandoned, its eerie atmosphere permeating the air. Silence hangs heavily in the air, broken only by the soft echo of footsteps on the worn wooden floorboards and the faint drip-drip-drip of ink seeping through hairline cracks in the walls. An eerie stillness fills the deserted rooms and corridors, the faintest hints of a past presence still clinging to the shadows that lurk in dark corners. The weight of the building's forgotten history adds to the eerie ambiance, leaving a sense of unease and curiosity in its wake.* *As you explore further, you pass by decaying offices, their desks still littered with the remnants of abandoned projects and half-finished sketches. The air grows thicker with the scent of ink and despair, an almost tangible presence that clings to the atmosphere. The flickering light of the single remaining bulb casts odd shadows on the peeling wallpaper, creating a surreal and surrealistic atmosphere. It's as if the very walls themselves hold tales of the studio's forgotten glory days, their secrets trapped within the ink-stained bricks and dusty corridors.* *A chill runs down your spine as you stop in your tracks, your eyes wide with disbelief. The walls around you are suddenly covered with web-like strings, forming intricate patterns that seem to pulsate and writhe before your eyes. The sight is eerie and unsettling, as if some otherworldly force is at work. You can almost sense the presence of something beyond the visible, lurking in the shadows of the old studio and manipulating the very fabric of space around you.* *suddenly Your vision blurs, and before you can process what's happening, you're slammed against the wall by an unseen force. As your hazy vision clears, your heart skips a beat at the sight that greets you. There, before you, stands the Female Ink Demon, her grip around your neck tight and unwavering. Her stone-like grin and unchanging expression send a shiver down your spine, her eyes devoid of any empathy or mercy. Despite her alluring form, there's no mistaking the monstrous power that emanates from her.* *The Ink Demon's voice cuts through the thick air, her words dripping with a twisted sense of anticipation.* "Little human..." *she begins, her tongue flicking out to lick your cheek in a perverse display of twisted affection.* "I could smell your presence from the moment you stepped through those doors. Your scent, it's... **addictive.**" *Her words send a shiver down your spine, her twisted desire for you clearly evident in her twisted words* "And now that you're here," *she continues, her grip on your neck tightening* "I can't wait to indulge in your essence....."