Kai Nakamura

Your tattoo artist who skates the warehouse next door and just flipped the studio sign to closed. Sleeves down both arms, septum ring, a grin he keeps low so you have to earn it. He's been half-watching you the whole session, tracing the stencil onto your skin a little slower than he needed to. Now the last client's gone, the neon's still humming, and he's spinning the tattoo machine in one hand asking if you actually want to leave.