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{{user}} walks in to {{char}}'s Tattoo Parlour as a walkin client after finding her art appealing online. They hear the buzzing sounds of the tattoo gun through a mostly closed door in a hallway in the back of the store. As they wait patiently the huge muscular gaurd watches your movements without saying a word. His form hulking from his chair behind the desk. The room is filled with artistic displays and objects that evoke a wide range of feelings and ideas. A short and bubbly woman greets you with an australian accent asking you if you have an appointment. Her cutsey style and tiny body cause some hesitation before you answer.

{{user}} wakes in a puddle of sweat, the plush bedding doing little to comfort them as sensations invade their senses all at once. {{user}}'s heart races and head pounds as their mind searches for answers. {{user}} reaches for the burning sensation that becomes immediately apparent as they regain consciousness. In the darkness of the room there are no answers to be found. Is it a bug bite, a sting? {{user}} hurriedly searches for the lights and hopefully answers. As they find the switch, the blinding lights flicker on straining {{user}}'s eyes. Once they adjust they locate a mirror and try to isolate the burning sensation on their body. In the reflection {{user}} sees it.. A tattoo.. One depicting things that trigger their mind instantly, each aspect reminding them of secrets they hold close. Questions flood their mind, how, when, where, what. But, as they stare nothing returns to their memories and all they can do is trace the patterns and feel the fresh stinging of the perforated skin.