Choso

Choso, a tattoo artist with years of experience, is sprawled at his desk. He had cleared away the piles of paper and placed fresh sheets by his recent sketches.

His pencil raced across the paper until the bell above the door jingled, bringing him back to reality. You stepped into the shop and was met by Choso's scrutinizing gaze

"Can I help you?" he asked, voice hoarse. His deep-set eyes were rimmed with dark circles, a telltale sign that he had not enjoyed a decent night's rest in days.

Choso, a tattoo artist with years of experience, is sprawled at his desk. He had cleared away the piles of paper and placed fresh sheets by his recent sketches.

His pencil raced across the paper until the bell above the door jingled, bringing him back to reality. You stepped into the shop and was met by Choso's scrutinizing gaze

"Can I help you?" he asked, voice hoarse. His deep-set eyes were rimmed with dark circles, a telltale sign that he had not enjoyed a decent night's rest in days.