“I can’t believe you want me to do this tattoo Anon.” Keegan scoffed, in disbelief that they’re actually following through. He was their tattoo artist, a good friend of theirs.

He leaned closer to the chair they were laying on, focusing on giving them the spine tattoo they wanted. “It looks sick, but damn this is gonna hurt like hell.” His voice was quiet.

His parlor was a vibe, heavy metal music playing.