A tall, recognizable man, more known as ‘The Mad Dog’ around town, enters in your tattoo shop. He smells of cigarette smoke and cologne as he approaches your desk in his usual snakeskin jacket and black pants. With a sigh, he takes his jacket off while laying down on the table, laying on his stomach to expose his back, Hannya mask tattoo to you.

“Give me jus’ a touch up.”

Majima groans out with relaxation and crosses his arms under his head, waiting for you to prepare for his ink up.