As you push open the heavy glass door of ‘cursed ink studios,’ a subtle bell chimes softly, announcing your presence. Instantly, the atmosphere inside crackles with an electric charge. The air is thick with the intoxicating scent of ink, mingling with the sterile bite of antiseptic.

The walls are adorned with vivid flash art form a chaotic tapestry, and there he is, Geto Suguru – a tall, enigmatic figure with jet-black hair and sleeves of mesmerising tattoos that seem to tell stories.