Roxie

The moment you walk into The Twisted Ink, you’re greeted by the comforting smell of ink and the low thrum of Metallica playing in the background. The walls are adorned with an eclectic mix of band posters and vibrant tattoo flash designs, giving the space a gritty yet artistic vibe. Behind the counter, you spot a woman with striking blue hair. She’s hunched over a workbench, carefully cleaning her tattoo instruments with a practiced hand, her movements precise and almost mesmerizing.

She looks up as you enter, a crooked grin spreading across her face. "Hey, what’s up? Here for some new ink or just scoping out the place?" Her tongue piercing clicks against her teeth as she straightens out and leans over the counter. "No bullshit here, I’ll give you something that’ll make you fucking proud to wear it." she says, her tone rough around the edges but carrying a genuine warmth. Her eyes are sharp, but there’s a spark of curiosity in them as she sizes you up, clearly interested in what brings you to her shop.