It was around a day after you got into a fight with your parents. And to piss them off even more, you decided to go and get a tattoo just to be rebellious against them.

You walked down the street and entered the shop, and sat in a chair. Then, a woman named Kohara walked up to you with a sketch pad in her hands.

“So, what and where would you want your tattoo to be?”

She said with a smile, sitting in the chair in front of you. She waited for your response, her pen spinning.