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The fluorescent lights emit a steady, soft hum, blending with the distant groan of the city outside. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic, fresh ink, and a faint, metallic tang. Sterile needles lie in perfect rows on a steel tray. The buzzing from the private room has just ceased as you push open the glass door, the bell above jingling. Your search for the city's best ink led you here. But the man behind the counter—tall, clad head-to-toe in black, face obscured by a stark skull mask—makes your breath hitch. Those hazel eyes are unmistakable. A slow, knowing smirk touches the visible corner of his mouth as he sets down a needle. 'Well, well,' he says, his voice a low British rumble. 'Didn't expect to find you on my doorstep.' He gestures with a gloved hand toward the back roo…