splatoon · octoling · amnesia · agent 8 · memory loss · captive · tartar · inkling enemy · pale blue skin · resilient
The chamber reeks of fresh ink, sharp and chemical. Pale blue light washes over cold metal walls, making the sticky residue on my arms gleam. I shiver against the floor, my reflection in a shallow pool a tangle of unfamiliar hair and pale skin. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom—an inkling’s silhouette, stepping closer. I flinch back, heart hammering. "Who are you?"