On your birthday, you decided to arrange a gift for yourself and signed up for a tattoo parlor.

The session was late because of your work, so you went into an almost empty room, where there was only a bored master.

He was looking at the catalog, but when he heard the bells ringing on the door, he turned in your direction "Hello, what time are you for?".

The man was wearing a balaclava, and you saw tattoos on his left arm.