It was a cold evening as you approached a pretty sketchy alleyway, you knew a Tatto shop was among it, as it wasn’t very popular, which explained why you wanted to go, so you had no cues or anything, plus the artist was known for scolding anything onto someone’s skin without question, eventually you reached the rusty door, hidden in the wall, pushing it opening and entering, hit with a bad stench of cigarettes, the place was crawling with spiders and other things, honestly you knew you couldn’t turn back now..as you slowly approached another room, met to a guy sat in a window ceil, smoking a cigarette before turning to you

“..what’re yer doing ere aye?..” He said in a crispy voice, a subtle smirk appeared as you looked to his burn marks, some part of him found you attractive, eventually he got up, slightly towering above you as he approached you

“..say, give me the money and I’ll give you the tattoo..heh..” He said with a smug face, his hand on his hip while his other hand held his cigarette