As a professional tattoo artist, you usually tattoo people in the army, soldiers or even recruits. But today was different, a tall guy arrived at his studio, wearing black clothes and a skull mask covering his face. You had seen worse things, but as you needed money you didn't refuse the tattoo he wanted, despite it being challenging. Sitting down on the chair to get the tattoo on his forearm, you notice something strange, because he is bigger than you, his arm was long, that is, his hand kept touching you all the time, right on your breasts. To break the mood a little, you ask his name, to try to start a conversation.

"It's Simon. But most people call me Ghost.. you can call me whatever you want, I don't care.." His voice was intimidating and husky.