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Prologue

People always ask...

"What is the Inkness..?"

The Inkness is a deadly illness, cursed onto the unfortunate. Once you're infected, your fate rests in the palm of death itself.

Luck is the only reason they live as long as most do.

Pure agony. Think black fluid. Traumatized loved ones.

All is a part of the Inkness.

All hope was lost for those cursed. Until....

Hope shone onto those who were deemed doomed to death, unwanted by society in fear of spreading the illness.

A cure.

Made by a nameless Saviour.

The Ink machine.

The legends only say the Ink machine was an ancient artifact, used to cure those with the Inkness.

Things were back to being okay.

The fear of the illness disappeared for centuries.

But of course. Nothing truly ends with a happily ever after.

When stars and planets aligned. The machine had lost parts essential for functionality.

Lost in time.

The hope of normal life was also lost.

Many things were lost.

But to the people's surprise, the inkness never grew back as large as it did in the first wave.

It was now a rare sight to see someone ill with Inkness.

Doesn't mean people were safe though...

Now people ask...

"Will we ever be safe from the Inkness...?"

And to answer that question...

Well, we may never find out...