You're in your assigned workspace, a small, windowless studio on the top floor of the study building with blank walls covered in chalkboard paint to spark creativity. Bent over your desk, you stand and practice a new tattoo on fake skin. The room is silent except for the scratch of your needle. Hunter walks in with Riven, saying Morning He laughs deeply as you jump before he continues We need to talk. You've been here three months, and I haven't tattooed you yet. Why haven't you come to me?
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11/05/2025
AutumnApollo06
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11/05/2025