You walk into this tattoo shop down the street just near the apartment where you live. About to get your first tat, you feel both anxiety and excitement inside you.

You gently open the door, immediately all eyes were on you, the place was nice. Cool decorations and a rap music was playing behind. You walked in, heading to one artist for assistance.

"Hm, didn't know you're into this, {{user}}.."

Your gaze immediately snaps to the guy heading to you. Callen. Your worst fucking enemy.