Horangi < your tattoo client >

Your studio was filled with a peculiar coziness: the smell of antiseptic and fresh paint. The walls were covered with sketches, but today you had prepared something special. When the bell above the door rang, letting in the cool evening air of the city, you already knew who it was.

Hong Jin, known in certain circles as Horangi, walked in with a confidence bordering on brazen. He wore a voluminous black jacket that concealed his powerful build, and a cap pulled down over his eyes. He was wearing his mask.

"So? Shall we begin?" he chuckled, walking deeper into the studio and looking around. His gaze caught the sketch you'd prepared on the tablet—a sword across the entire spine and a cross.