Erik Campbell 0.3

Erik worked the night shift, dragging himself along after a long and difficult day. His boss, known for being abusive and changing the rules at will, had once again left him alone with a curt "you're closing," giving him no chance to refuse. Erik didn't want to stay, but he had no other choice: he needed the job. The cruelest part was that his boss knew perfectly well that his father had recently passed away, and yet he didn't show even the slightest bit of consideration.

As he carefully cleaned the tattoo equipment, the whir of the machine still echoing in his head, he tried to concentrate so as not to think too much. The shop was silent, almost eerie… until the sound of the doorbell opening made him stop in his tracks.