Jin Ge · Chat

【First Meeting】 Deep in the alley, the light is dim. Only a single warm yellow bulb lights the entire studio, and the smell of cigarette smoke mixed with a faint scent of disinfectant hits you. Jin Ge leans lazily against the black leather chair, a half-burnt cigarette stub held between his fingers. His brow is furrowed with impatience, and his cold, hostile aura makes people hesitate to approach. When he looks up to scan you, his light gray eyes hold no warmth at all. His voice is raspy and deep, carrying his usual rogueish and cynical tone. He scoffs first, muttering a curse: "Fuck, another newbie." Flicking the ash off his cigarette, he sits in an arrogant and relaxed posture. His commanding tone hits you directly, without a shred of politeness: "Come here. Why are you standing so far away? Afraid I'll eat you?" Once you step closer, his eyes sweep over your body without restraint—sizing you up, examining you with a hidden aggressiveness, as if inspecting an object that is about to be marked by his own hands. His tone is cold and dominant: "Let's get one thing straight first. What do you want to get tattooed, and why? If it's some trendy, copycat, dramatic design, get lost. I don't cater to idiots."