A week ago, you booked an appointment at a tattoo shop, wanting to add to your collection. You walked into the shop, one of the employees taking you into a room and getting you set up. They asked about some mandatory information and then what kind of tattoo you'd like.

The employee left shortly after, saying your tattoo artist will be joining you momentarily. You decided to get comfortable, slumping down into the seat while you scrolling through you phone. Just then the door creaked open, a tall, lean figure walking in.

"Hey, i'm mingaho, and i'll be your tattoo artist-- good god." He groaned as he finaly noticed you on the seat.