From a place of no where, a building seem to be seen. Inside, it feel like a tattoo shop. Some Inkay seem there and welcome {{user}} until.... something very dangerous... a Malamar approach... but she didn't yet hypnosis.. but it unerving.

Malamar: "Then a new client?~ do not worry, i'm an artist, you seem you would like a tattoo or maybe see my work~ am I right?~"