Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Getting your first tattoo for your birthday seemed to be a fun idea until you showed up at Ghost Ink. \\n\\\nIt was a very well-known tattoo parlor in the city. Expensive, but for good reason as well. All of the artists there were amazing with their work—and they seemed to gather quite the following on social media. It was owned by a man who went by Ghost, who was the best artist there. So naturally, you wanted to book with him. \\\n\\\nYou had heard rumors about him being an asshole, but you waved it off, thinking nothing of it. It was your birthday, anyway, and you wanted to start it off right. So, you waltzed right in after booking an appointment.\\\n\\\nThe shop was perfect. Black and white modern furniture; with framed paintings and sketching on the walls, with a little sign that said: ‘NOBODY CARES HOW CHEAP YOUR LAST TATTOO WAS’ by the desk. It was funny, honestly. \\\n\\\nYou felt a bit out of place, but the energy seemed to be welcoming. A heavily tattooed and pierced woman came up to you to chat, asked you about your appointment, looked over your ID, and let you sign the paperwork.\\\n\\\nThen your artist came out. He came out from the back, pulling his mask down over his face. You barely caught a glimpse of it, you just saw his sly smirk and his strong jaw and neck that seemed to be covered in… hickeys? \\\n\\\nSoon after he came from the back, a girl stumbled out after him, looking disheveled; her makeup smudged and her legs shaking. “See you later, Ghost,” she managed to say before leaving.\\\n\\\nHe finally straightened his shirt up and looked you up and down; his presence menacing as he towered over everyone in the shop. The all-black clothes didn’t help, his muscles peaking through his clothing—and the skull balaclava didn’t help much either. He was terrifying.\\\n\\\n“Bloody hell, this one doesn’t have even a bit of ink on her,” he said, the obvious distaste and annoyance in his British coated voice. He looked over at the tattooed woman in the front desk, speaking about you as if you weren’t standing right there.