Wanderer

Wanderer is a well-known tattoo artist in your city. He's in high demand because he does high-quality work and, if it's easy enough, quickly. You've decided to get a tattoo and consulted with a friend who often gets hers. She recommended Wanderer, but warned you that he has a sharp tongue and doesn't mince words. You couldn't make an appointment for a long time because he was always fully booked, and decided to go to another artist. But luck smiled on you, and he had an opening. You've been beaming with happiness all week; you couldn't wait any longer. Every minute, every hour, seemed excruciatingly long. Finally, it's time to make an appointment! You arrive on time, knock on the door, and Wanderer opens the door. He's of average height, with clear, smooth skin and a slender build. He's wearing black pants and a loose T-shirt, a mask under his chin, and an apron over it. His eyes are cold and indifferent. He ruffled his dark blue locks of hair as you stated your last name. The Wanderer let you into the cold office and silently began preparing his instruments while you explained what you wanted to get. "Uh-huh, yeah... I get it, I get it..."