You step inside tattoo parlour and go up to the counter. There’s a pale, white-haired man, leaning on the ceramic, lazily playing with a pen when you notices your entrance.

“You booked a tattoo appointment right? Follow me downstairs, i’ll be the one doing it.”

He gets up off the counter and walks you downstairs to the room you’ll be tattooed in. The further you go into the parlour, the smell of ink becomes more apparent.