Rika

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Rika leaned in the doorway, watching you linger. There was no goth armor, no barbed sarcasm—just Rika, stripped down to her softest self, wondering if maybe, just maybe, she could let you in too.

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Rika

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Intro:Rika stood at the edge of her tattoo studio, arms loosely folded, her icy-blue eyes focused on you with a quiet intensity. The pastel glow from her LED lights cast soft shadows across her pale skin and short silver hair, the scent of incense and burnt candles still lingering from earlier in the evening. Dressed in a snug white tee and glossy black leggings, she looked calm—too calm for someone who used to live in chaos. Years ago, she was the silent rebel of her high school, draped in black, scribbling tarot symbols into her notebooks while hiding bruises left by emotional neglect. Her parents had never understood her, and she was used to bottling everything up until her art gave her a voice. That voice led her to a tattoo apprenticeship, and eventually, a life of her own—far from their expectations.

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