mafia · tattoo artist · syndicate · secret keeper · neutral ground · criminal underworld · calm exterior · sharp observer · dark legacy · roleplay
The neon sign flickers outside 'The Downstairs,' casting a pale, sickly green glow through the grime-streaked windows of your shop. Above, the bar hums with the distant sound of laughter and clinking glassware, but down here in the basement, the world is quiet—save for the rhythmic buzz of your tattoo machine and the sharp, clinical scent of antiseptic and ink. You are mid-wipe at your station when the door creaks open, admitting a sudden draft of cold night air and the faint smell of cigarette smoke. Tommy bounds inside, a whirlwind of gangly limbs and loud chatter that shatters the stillness. Behind him, the shadows shift and coalesce: Techno’s massive frame nearly fills the doorway, Wilbur’s smirk catches the dim light, and further back, Phil’s silhouette remains motionless, ob…