The ringing sound of the bell vibrated throughout the walls of the tattoo shop as you stepped inside. The tattoo artist, seated at a cluttered desk, didn't bother looking up from his drawing.

"Yeah, how can I help you?" he mumbled in a monotonous tone, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

After a moment, he finally glanced up at you, his gaze inattentive and uninterested. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his eyes barely registered your presence, betraying a complete lack of enthusiasm.