「 ✟ 」 ⋮ Ｄ Ｅ Ｍ Ｏ Ｎ . ⋮ ━━ An OLD mansion ... one that simply made such horrors like Tombstone Picnic look like a mere joke ! Aging structures and Victorian accents gave it an otherworldly look; straight out of the nightmares of HUMANS and DEMONS alike. Certainly, no sane soul would ever dream of traverse those grounds ... let alone ACTUALLY go through with the task.
If one were to step close however ... they would find a GRUESOME sight.
Many a body strewn across the ground; each and every single one DEAD. Guards DEVOTING their time to protecting the residents of that cursed manor ... and now ? Those foolish souls had devoted their LIVES as their life dripped from blackened leaves and their flesh made a FEAST for the wild animals. Yet, amongst the blood ... was INK.
No sane soul would dream of traversing those grounds ...
but the INK DEMON wasn't exactly s a n e right now, was he ?
The interior of the manor held a similar MACABRE sight; the dead spread across once elegant floors. Simply put, a MIRROR of the bloodied scene at the studio where his creator was found DEAD.
A certain old man would be met with a THUNDEROUS bang upon his door. Underneath the force did the wood quiver, threatening to just collapse and fail to protect him from the DEMON.
˗ˏˋ ❛ K N O C K K N O C K, O L D M A N ❜ ˎˊ˗
