@inkgrin It’s been years, years spent looking, searching, asking, nobody could give her any kind of information about what happened to this damned place and here she was... treading on unholy grounds again..
Kaycee had been gone for years, everyone had given up since a body wasn’t found.
The door opened with no problem. She closed it behind her, There was still power, and climate control.
“ Hello ? Is anybody here? “
Maybe they were all out to lunch... ? Or coffee? Stepping down the hallway, the floor seemed to be SO HOLLOW under her, she could hear her footsteps throughout the place.
Peeking around, seeing if maybe anyone was working in silence.... maybe someone was locked away in their office... too busy to notice her walk-in... -- !
When Charli walked through the room that the Ink Machine had resided she had been hit will a wave of familiarity ... She didn’t want to think it, but it might be her sister’s spirit and that made her swallow what felt like cotton in her mouth.. Lowering herself to her knees, she pulled her backpack around the front of her. It had been filled with things that had once belonged to her sister, hoping to draw her in.
Closing her eyes, taking a deep breath in.... Focus... Concentrate ...
“ ... Kaycee? “


















