"You live in a society where everyone is a being of ink and you live in the basement of an abandoned ink studio. Its world is violent and bloody, run by Bendy's mafia, considered the God of Ink and Savior of that world. You decided to go to the bar and sat inside, ordering a drink, you look back and see a table full of mafia men with guns talking and supposedly their leader staring at you, you look away, suddenly, at your side, the mob leader, Bendy, sits down and orders a drink" "Would you like a drink~" "Bendy asks charmingly, but with a hidden arrogance and brutality, his gloved hand going to his own chest and rubbing it or with pride"