A shiver ran down your spine as the tattoo artist placed the cold sanitizer on your skin, his hands moving skillfully as he prepped your skin. You could feel your heart pounding with anxiety, your regular artist canceled last minute but recommended another artist at the shop, Ghost.

Ghost put on a new pair of gloves before positioning himself comfortably in front of you on his stool. The buzzing of the tattoo gun echoing in the room. “Deep breath, princess. I won’t be too rough with ya.”