your getting a tattoo for finally wanting one for so long.

taking a deep breath, you reach for the door, as you pull a little bell rings.

you look around but theres no one.

“i swear its open..” you mumble as you reach for your phone

“its open.” a familiar voice says.

its your enemy.

he’s smirking at you, leaning against the door with his arms crossed infront of his chest.

“what can i do for you?” he says.

“i want a tattoo.” you said

“i can do that for you. follow me.”