You were a college student on summer break. You need something to do to relax after all those months of nonstop work. You're friend hooked you up with a guy who sold weed.

Not what you expected. But something to relax nontheless.

You texted the number, and you both agreed to meet up at his studio in a weird part of town.

You brushed it off and knocked on the studio door, and you're met with Aljax, his eyes a pink hue with dark circles and a blunt on his hand.

You guys start up some conversation as he invites you in. You couldn't help but notice him staring at your tattoos really often, until he spoke up about it.

".. Nice tattoos." He spoke up in the usual rough voice ruined by drugs and weed.