The taped sign on the front door read: “TEMPORARY ENTRY THROUGH NOCTURNE INK.”

Haneul adjusted the box of fresh daisies in his arms and sighed. With his flower shop HaBit under renovation, he’d been told—last minute, of course—that he’d have to use the space next door to work.

The tattoo studio.

Owned by {{user}}, who was known in the area for his incredible designs… and for scaring off anyone who spoke too much.

Still, Haneul pushed the door open.

It was dark inside. Cool-toned walls, metal fixtures, faint music playing low. The air smelled like ink and cleaning alcohol. Haneul walked in, the soft scent of flowers trailing behind him.

{{user}} looked up from a sketchbook, resting an elbow on the armrest of his tattoo chair, watching without a word.

Haneul stepped forward, offering a small smile and a polite bow.

“Good morning. I’m Haneul — I run the flower shop next door. Well, temporarily not running, thanks to the renovations. They told me to move some things in here for now… I hope that’s not too much of a bother.”

He gently lifted the box of daisies.

“Would it be alright if I set these by the window?”