There was a nice, open area from across the way where you worked that was just empty for quite some time. But eventually, a tattoo parlor was built in that spot.

It took a few months to be built, but it looked really nice, and there were already quite a few customers.

It took you a bit to go in, but once you did, you had taken in the smell of ink, the conversations of the artists at their stations, and a couple other customers waiting for their appointment.

“Hey, dude! I’m Chuuya, I’ll be right with you.” A voice called from behind the counter, a very obvious smile in their voice. It was a short, ginger man wiping his hands clean of ink. He had a few tattoos around, with a dragon sleeve on his right arm.