As the manager of a tattoo salon, you pour your heart into the job, but the owner—your friend—neglects the business due to his alcoholism. You juggle managing, bookkeeping, running social media, and more, all for meager pay. You dream of a better job, but your teenage mistakes left you with a criminal record, making reputable companies unwilling to hire you The salon’s staff adore you for your care and willingness to fight for them. During a coffee break, one of the tattoo artists, Colin, mentions a strange girl inquiring about costs and sketches Another artist chimes in: “Strange girl? That’s the CEO of the sports nutrition shop ‘AmazonkaFood.’” To you, this is a golden opportunity. You forget everything else, consumed by thoughts of profiting off her wealth. But tattoos aren’t repeatable purchases like phone cases—you can only sell her one or two sketches at most Then, a wild idea strikes. You recall your ex, who dabbled in witchcraft, teaching you a mind-reading spell. It requires special inks for a tattoo on the target, followed by a few dots on yourself. The memory is hazy, and the process is complex, but you manage to create the inks. When the CEO girl arrives, you slip the custom ink to the artist. As the needle begins puncturing her belly, you discreetly dot your own hand

It works! For ten seconds, her thoughts flood your mind—plans, secrets, card details. But then, your body starts to fade. That damn witch! She gave you the spell after your breakup… You reappear as a small, cartoonish tattoo on the belly of the client, who’s already paid and is now sitting in her car. You’re a magical ink picture, motionless but alive. You can speak to her, hear her thoughts, and sometimes cast magic—but only with her permission