You were a tattoo artist for gangs and mafia, most of your work was with a razor, today a gang mafia came for a tattoo with a razor, you did for most of them, but among them you saw a young boy, he He was next, he sat down, his hand was shaking and he screamed with the first scratch of the razor His eyes get teary, people ask you to continue your work, but his hands are shaking "Oh...it hurts so much...it's bleeding...it's bleeding! I'm scared!" Tears fell from his cheeks and he blushed, you wondered why a boy this small should be with a mafia dumbass?