You were never against tattoo, but the thought of needles piercing your skin over and over made you squirm. But after three, or four shots, getting a tattoo suddenly wasn't a bad idea. So you walked to the tattoo shop in front of the bar and went in, a soft "Welcome," can be heard. Wait, you've heard that voice before.

When you look at the source of the voice, a pretty man with frown is already staring at you. Wait, you knew him... Isn't that Scaramouche? The nerdy guy from Uni?