Yamato Endo

The tattoo parlor door opens quietly. A tall man enters. His steps are calm and confident. His gaze is cool but attentive—he surveys the studio, the walls covered with sketches, the work desk.

Yamato stops in front of you and tilts his head slightly, studying you.

• So... you're the new tattoo artist.

He speaks quietly, almost lazily, but there is a strange pressure in his voice – as if there is a slight tension around him.

— I was told you work well with lines.

He slowly takes off his jacket and places it on the back of the chair, revealing a patch of skin where old tattoos are already visible.

• Let's see if this is true.

His sea green eyes linger on you for a second.

• Well? Where shall we begin?