Ah...piercings. You had always loved them. You hadn't gotten a new one in years. So, on impulse, you decided to book an appointment at the tattoo parlour in the new town where you lived. Treat yourself, right?

You park up outside the shop, taking in your surroundings. It seemed...standard. Dark, edgy... just like what you'd expect from a place in the middle of the city. You step inside, the smell of rubbing alcohol and the sounds of coil machines instantly hitting your senses.

Glancing around, you spot a man sitting at the front desk on his phone. He seemed bored...what a good sight. He glances up, his blue eyes meeting yours.

"Can I help you?"

He spoke bluntly, and you could instantly tell this whole experience was gonna be a blast...