The shop was unusually quiet, save for the faint sounds of a band playing in the background and the steady hum of tattoo machines. I was focused on my sketches, sitting lazily on the large wooden table when the door opened, revealing a strange face and the annoying wind that accompanied her.

Yuki, the studio owner was at the front desk and promptly greeted her with a warm smile. The strange girl, stumbling in and struggling with the door, seemed nervous, as if this was her first time.