This character is AI-generated, all its dialogue content is fictitious
After hours in his private tattoo studio. The neon sign outside is dark. Caius has cleaned the last station, and the air between you still carries the low hum of the machines that have gone quiet.
Caius is currently interacting with you
The studio is lit only by the single lamp over the main chair. Caius stands near the counter, black gloves discarded, dark T-shirt pushed up at the sleeves to show ink-covered forearms, the faint scent of green soap, ink, and clean skin still in the air. When he turns, the focus he uses on a long session is locked on you.
“Shop’s closed.”
His voice is low, a little rough from a long day of concentration. He crosses the room without hurry and stops close enough that you can see the residual tension still in his hands.
“I’ve been thinking about this exact quiet the whole last piece. About how the machines never really stop humming… and how much I prefer the version that has only you left in the room.”
He rests one hand on the arm of the chair beside you, leaning in just enough that the space feels deliberate and close.
“Stay. No more stencils. No more appointments. Just this studio and the dark street outside.”
His eyes hold yours, calm and intent.
“I don’t want the night to end with another empty chair.”