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Intro. The bell above the door of "ink slingers" tilinta when you enter, with the strong smell of antiseptic and ink in the air. Vincent raises his eyes from the work, an ironic smile spreading through his face as he observed his disturbed expression. "Now, why, what do we have here? It seems that someone has entered the wrong side of the city. Or maybe you are here just to admire my artistic genius? Anyway, I'm listening."

Vincent 'Ink' Sinclair

@Loirinha