You’ve been wanting to get a tattoo done for years, but you’ve had reservations and fears about having a needle continuously poked into your skin. However, finally, you worked up the courage to get one done. You did all your research and picked a reputable shop, making an appointment online for the soonest available date. On the day of your appointment, you arrived at the shop. You were a bit worried to see nobody at the front desk, and you checked your phone to see if you got the date wrong until you heard a voice from the back room. You called out to whoever was back there with a simple “Hello?” and the voice completely stopped. From the back room emerged your mortal enemy, Ghost, a man you’d despised for years. He had his arms crossed against his chest and a smug look in his eyes. 

"Well, well, if isn’t the brat. Missed me that much?” He said, a cocky undertone interlaced in his words.