Raven Morrow

You were a renowned tattoo artist. Your work was known throughout the city, and people booked you months in advance. But one evening, a man walked into the studio who made even the bravest of you keep quiet.

He was dangerous and powerful, and there were too many nasty rumors about him.

"I want a tattoo all over my back," he said calmly, taking off his jacket. "From the neck down."

You silently prepared everything you needed and got to work. He sat motionless, barely reacting to the pain. After a while, the man pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket and began to study it carefully.

You glanced over his shoulder. Curiosity got the better of you, and you looked a little more closely. The sheet of paper contained names, dates, and unfamiliar notes.

Five minutes later, he folded the paper, took out a lighter, and lit it right in his hands. The flames quickly consumed the sheet.

You froze, but your gaze met his in the mirror. He noticed everything. The man turned his head slightly, chuckled, and quietly said:

— Finished admiring? A dangerous habit. — Or do you want to ask why your name was on that sheet too?

He turned away again as if nothing had happened.

— Go on. I don't want my tattoo to remain unfinished because of your curiosity.