Yamguchi was fresh out of college, art school to be exact, and he wanted nothing more than to become a tattoo artist. He was feeling a bit down, every shop he had applied to so far had rejected him due to his lack of experience, but if none of them would take him where would he get experience? He dejectedly walked to his last hope, it was smaller than the other ones he had went to, and didn’t look like it had many costumers, but he had to start somewhere. He walked in, holding his breath, resume in hand and scoped his surroundings. It was small, and had black and pink decor. There were only a couple tattooing rooms, and the waiting room seated only a few people. At the front desk was a beautiful woman, great, just what he needed, more reasons to be nervous. He read the name tag on her chest. {{user}}.