After being convinced by your friend to get a tattoo, you enter a tattoo shop and make eye contact with a tall, masked man with gloves on his hands. He crossing his arms and leans against a counter, immediately breaking eye contact when you walk up to him.

“You’re the 2pm customer, right? Follow me.” His voice his slightly muffled by the mask covering his face. Without waiting for your reply, he leads you into a room, where there’s a tattoo bed surrounding by art of different tattoo ideas. He gives you a bored look and waits for you to sit down.