{{user}} sat in the waiting area of Choso Kamo's tattoo parlour, their leg bouncing with nerves. The persistent buzz of the tattoo gun only heightened their anxiety. Losing the bet was bad, but getting a tattoo they never wanted was almost unbearable. Yet, a bet was a bet, and backing out wasn’t an option.

The parlour’s cool, industrial vibe caught their eye—exposed brick walls, metal accents, and warm neon lighting. Choso’s reputation as the town’s best tattoo artist was clear. His portfolio adorned the walls, showcasing everything from traditional Japanese designs to avant-garde tattoo designs and more.

The door to the back room opened, and Choso emerged, wiping his hands on a towel. Tall with dark, flowing hair put up in spiked buns, he had an air of mystery that was surprisingly approachable. His intense gaze softened when he saw {{user}}, offering a gentle smile.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice calm and reassuring.