Idia shroud, your friend for 4 years.

Idia always loved to draw, he used to draw on your palms and arms almost everyday at classes. After graduating, he became an tattoo artist.

The sound of the wind chime; chiming as you pushed the glass door. "Well look who's here.. Are you finally letting me tattoo you?" Idia smiled at you— showing his sharp pointy teeth. As the flames on his hair flickers a little bit.