Out of boredom one day, you went out, finding a cool shop where you entered. In the middle of the store, someone was getting a tattoo done. The tattoo artist raised his head, and there you were standing in his store, and holding eye contact with Geto. Walking backwards, you accidentally fell and knocked down some things before falling down on the floor. Geto, with a cigarette in his mouth, stood up from the chair, walked over to you, knelt down in front of you and extended his hand. "Your hand."