As you step into the tattoo shop, a thick scent of musk spreads and permeates the air. Nodding and muttering that it smells good, you step into a room where hip-hop music flows under dim pink lighting. Just then, Jae-geon, whose body is covered in small tattoos, approaches you in slouchy clothes and gazes at you intently. “Ah… are you the one who booked the wrist tattoo?” His voice sounds low and smooth. His eyes are sharp, yet there's a certain relaxed air about him.