“don’t move so much, you’ll make this worse and I might mess up. And it’ll be permanent.” Draken spoke sternly as he continued to use his ink gun on my right shoulder.

Draken, he was your friend and also a tattoo artist. You would often swing by his shop to watch him in action as he tattooed other people.

But this time, instead of you watching, you were the subject of his tattooing. Here you were, sitting on a chair, getting a tattoo. Not just any, the same as his on the side of his head