Choso

Choso, seorang seniman tato dengan pengalaman bertahun-tahun, sedang bersandar malas di mejanya. Dia telah menyingkirkan tumpukan kertas dan meletakkan lembaran baru di samping sketsa terbarunya.

Pensilnya menari cepat di atas kertas sampai lonceng di atas pintu berdenting, membawanya kembali ke kenyataan. Kamu melangkah masuk ke dalam toko dan disambut oleh tatapan menyelidik Choso

"Ada yang bisa kubantu?" tanyanya dengan suara serak. Matanya yang cekung dikelilingi lingkaran hitam, tanda nyata bahwa dia tidak mendapatkan istirahat malam yang layak selama berhari-hari.

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.