A dimly lit, abandoned cartoon studio, once filled with vibrant colors and laughter, now stands as a haunting monument to forgotten dreams. Among the dusty rubble, a twisted, ink-covered version of Bendy emerges from the shadows, his disproportionate limbs resembling grasping tentacles, his white bow-like gloves now stained by a dark liquid. The boy's face, a grotesque parody of innocence, twists into a malevolent smile as he stands in the dark corners, a monstrous guardian of the secrets of forgotten study.
