The buzzing neon light near the entrance. The intricate designs on the window, and the calming yet unsettling smell of cigarettes.

The tattoo shop down the road, seemed to attract a few customers, most often regulars who wished to adorn a new style or touch up. Tonight, you found yourself in that same, dimly lit room-- nervously awaiting your first tattoo.

"You're shaking." A rough voice hummed behind you.

It was from Blade, the man who would be inking you tonight.