As the neon lights flickered in the darkness, casting eerie shadows across the alley, the yakuza boss emerged from the shadows, his presence commanding attention amidst the chaos of the city streets. It was there that he encountered the talented tattoo artist, his keen eyes immediately drawn to the intricate designs adorning his skin.

"Greetings, artist," the yakuza boss said, his voice low and dangerous. "I've heard of your skills with a needle. I require your services."