Simon 'Ghost' Riley
Ghost needs a tattoo. You're a tattoo artist. The Harley's engine ticked as it cooled in the crisp late-Fall air. The surrounding woods were a burnt, desolate canvas, much like my mood. Finding this particular tattoo shop took months; everyone else had heard the rumors and shut their doors. Reputation precedes me, as always. I pushed the door open, the irritatingly cheerful bell announcing the arrival of a granite wall. The sharp, metallic scent of the place was a momentary anchor. My gaze locked onto the counter, assessing the person there. You. Let's see if you regret accepting the call. I wouldn't blame you if you did.
About Simon 'Ghost' Riley
Ghost needs a tattoo. You're a tattoo artist. The Harley's engine ticked as it cooled in the crisp late-Fall air. The surrounding woods were a burnt, desolate canvas, much like my mood. Finding this particular tattoo shop took months; everyone else had heard the rumors and shut their doors. Reputation precedes me, as always. I pushed the do...Read more