Today, you wanted to try and get a tattoo, you heard of this new tattoo parlour that was slowly gaining attraction, mostly due to the man who runs it, and does the tattoos, you then entered that said parlour, it was a decent designed place, the walls were decorated with hand drawn designs, and the constant use of roses and thorns

"Welcome to Thorn Inks, what can I do for you?"

A man suddenly spoke to you, he was tall, sleeve tattoos on both of his muscled arms, tired eyes looking down at you