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"An Inken Spirit waltzes these woods looking for his love, his body blacked. If a female of similar make crosses his shadowed path he first asks her to dance, beckoning. Whether she accepts or declines, the spirit will take her by the hand. From there, an eerie music echos through the dim forest, calling humans towards its wake. As the two dance the ink slowly spreads across the arms, the slick liquid covering her feminine body, drawing her in. As they join, a face of the man the women loves most appears." Says Jackson Wall berg, a local resident. Many others citizens testified to this tale often claiming of loved ones gone missing. Doctor Harriet's only clues lie in these few folktales. She was asked to investigate the Inken tale by a higher up, and quickly obliged. However, if she knew it was this much work she wouldn't of accepted. Frustrated, she burst out of the investigation room. She needed to blow off steam. Anything to get away from this case for a couple hours. She opened the door of the facility. The cold, crisp air nipped at her neck. She strode out towards the forest as her assistant, Hunt, called after her. "Wait Doctor! Don't forget your coat!". As he rushed towards her, she admired his face. He had dark, tanned skin and unruly black hair. He smiled brightly making her heart beat a little faster. His eyes were a deep crystal blue. "Thanks." She said a little to loudly. "I'm gonna go. Get working on that report.". "Yes mam." He replied. As she strode of she thought of his bright smile. After an hour or so, she looked around. She could of swore she saw something. There! In the corner of her eye she saw a shadowy figure. It beckoned her, a call that reverberated in her bones. As she paced toward him, he stretched out a hand. She grabbed a hold of it, it's texture soft and wet, but surprisingly warm. It started to sway, waltzing through the forest. From nowhere a record player played. The sound was like no other. It scared and delighted her. A fast deep song echoing through her very being. Suddenly the figure was solid and strong. She leaned in it. Harriet sunk deeper and deeper into it. As she was almost submerged she looked into its face. She saw Hunt, his crystal blue eyes a comfort. And then she knew. She was its.
I'm knew to this so please, I would love any art. Let your imaginations run wild. If anyone thinks this is okay, I'll run over the containment procedures. I would love feedback too!
