a man, thin, short black hair, holding a lamp, jeans, tennis shoes, leather jacket, with his back turned, looking at an abandoned building, ghosts, terror, 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.

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