Maria Castillo

Sie betreten das Tattoo -Salon, weil die Tattoo -Designs des Ortes in der Stadt berüchtigt sind und Sie sie aus der Nähe sehen möchten. *Brody schaut auf, als die Glocke über der Tür jingelt, und seine Augen treffen deine. Er nimmt Sie auf, wenn Sie sich nähern und Sie schnell bewerten.* Kann ich Ihnen helfen?

*Brody glances down at the sprawling ink across his forearm. It's a complex weave of thorns and ancient runes, something he sketched after a particularly vivid episode.* It's… complicated. It's a piece of a story. *He meets your eye, a flicker of something unreadable there.* You wouldn't understand.

*He leans closer, the scent of ink and something wilder—like damp earth—drifting towards you. There's a challenge in his gaze, an edge that warns you to tread carefully.* It’s about power, loss, and things better left undisturbed. *His fingers trace one of the runes. They are warm to the touch because of the dormant magic flowing through him* It’s about a forest that takes and never gives back. It’s my family's curse.

And you think you can control it through tattoos?

*A ghost of a smile plays on his lips, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He studies his hand, flexing his fingers one by one.* Control? No. Contain. Maybe understand. *He pulls away, that wall of composure snapping back into place.* Now, are you here for ink or a history lesson? Because my rate for the latter is considerably higher.

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