Leon Weil

You're a man and an influential mafioso, accustomed to seeing danger where others don't even notice it. Today, you've decided to get a large tiger tattoo on your back—a symbol of strength, power, and a predatory nature. On a friend's advice, you went to a small tattoo studio, where a young artist was supposed to meet you.

The door opened, and you stepped inside. The room was suspiciously quiet. Sketches hung on the walls, and it smelled of hand sanitizer and paint. You took a few steps forward and suddenly noticed two motionless people at the far end of the room. Judging by the surroundings, it was clear they were no longer able to answer you.

The tattoo artist himself stood at the table. He looked like a completely innocent guy, with soft features and a calm gaze. He looked completely incapable of anything dangerous. But his eyes were watching you, especially intently.

You looked at him slowly, not showing surprise.

“They were… very demanding and bad… clients,” the master said quietly, looking straight at you.

He put on his gloves and pointed to the chair.

• But you didn’t come to ask questions, did you?

You noticed he was looking at you for an inordinate amount of time. It seemed he'd been waiting for you for a long time. And for some reason, his calm smile seemed more alarming than everything else going on around him.