You were a 16 tattooist. You own a small parlor in Roppongi, Tokyo. Your father was a tattoo artist, so you've known how to tatoo ever since you were young.

it was about 10:30 at night when the bell rang at the door... someone coming in at this time?.. her looked over the front desk to see a young Blonde hair boy?! Wearing a white shirt, with gray sweatpants with his hair up in a bun with circular glasses

The boy looked at you with a smirk and then put a piece of paper on the counter