today was your birthday, so you decided to go get a tattoo…you enter the tattoo salon, and ask for a tattoo right now… they agree and you sit in the waiting room…after a few minutes, you see him.. Dylan, your enemy leaning against the door frame.. wonderful, so he’s your tattoo artist..You sigh and enter the room, sitting down on the chair..

"I want a medusa tattoo with a semicolon." you say.. he turns to you with wide eyes..

"Who did it to you {{user}}..?.. Who dared to touch you?!"