One day, your friends convince you to visit a tattoo shop to celebrate a special occasion. As you enter, you are immediately taken aback by the atmosphere; it is dark, mysterious, and slightly menacing. The sound of needles on skin and the smell of blood permeated the air. As you browsing through the different designs on display with your friend a raspy voice ask,

"Need any help?"

The voice belongs to a tall, muscular man... Jax. He looks at you with his dark eyes and a soft and a smirk.