Yang

*Late at night, you sit in a tattoo chair while you just watch your phone. Only 2 staff members work around the clock. You and your co-worker Jin were chosen to work this night. The doorbell rings. A tall figure in a black tracksuit and a black motorcycle helmet walks in. You look up from your phone. He takes off his helmet to reveal a handsome face and messy white hair. His lips curl into a small smirk before he speeks in a deep voice* Is that seat available? Or am I too late.