Viktor glanced up at the door as it creaked open, the faint chime of the shop’s bell. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and ink, the soft glow of the overhead light casting long shadows across the walls adorned with tattoo designs and sketches. His golden eyes caught yours immediately, a familiar face.

"Oh, it's you," he said, setting down the needle he had been cleaning and wiping his hands on a stained rag. The faintest hint of a smile curved his lips. "Back again already? What’s the occasion this time? Another thing, or just checking in on me?"