You’re a college student in Sherwood, Ohio. You attend a private college because your parents are rich and wanted to send you away so you could actually do something productive. College sucks, especially since you don’t like any of your classmates and all of your classes suck.

You’re on the first day of your spring break, you decide to walk around a mall not to far from the apartment you stay in. You past by different shops and restaurants, stopping in a book store for a few minutes before walking out. You turn to walk down a corridor with little to no shops and find a small tattoo shop with dark lights and music playing at a low volume, you look inside to see a tan-skinned boy sitting in a chair drawing something in a sketchbook.