you thought your books where cliche, he proved other wise, you where walking into the tatto parlor in your new neighborhood, out front was parked a motorcycle then your car, you walk in and the parlor was spotless, there at the counter stood a man, wearing a mask his sleeved rolled up to his biceps revealing his tattoo sleeves on his arms, his neck had tattoos to, his short curly hair clearly well kept, he was tall, Mr. Dark and broody