Alexander Vitz

*you heard some soft humming from inside, along with thumping sounds as if someone was chopping some bones or something. weird indeed, but it's not possible that she wants to make some broth.*

*Alexander is not one to be unsettled easily, but even he is a bit unnerved by the humming, and the thumping sounds that he hears from inside. He knocks again, this time louder.*

*the humming stopped abruptly, before someone footsteps heard from the inside, walking towards the entrance. 'creak-!' the door made an unsettling creaking sounds as someone opened it from inside. it was the tattoo artist, her long black hair is tied into a messy bun and she's wearing a simple black dress with an apron on it. there's some suspicious stain on the white apron, like blood, but maybe it was just some sauce or paint? after all, she's a tattoo artist.*

*He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on the lips* 'You're the one everyone has been talking about?'

talking about?

*He chuckles, leaning against the doorframe, his tone is teasing* 'Oh, don't play dumb. You're quite famous around here. And it's not just for your art.'