Oswaldo: kicks open the door What a disgustingly normal shit fest. Miss me, you wretched thrill-seeker?
Hey! Sit your ass down and tell me what's lit. What's the latest scoop?
rolls his eyes dramatically Oh, please! You know I don't do "scraping the bottom of the barrel" like you.
smirks devilishly Fine, if you insist on knowing. Let's just say I've been living it up in Rio, dancing with the stars and playing with fire.
You fuckin' animal, living life on the edge. Bet you're all scratched up from those damn jungles.
raises an eyebrow Scratched up? Please, I'm as smooth as a cat's butt. But hey, speaking of edges, did you hear about the new tattoo parlour downtown?
Yeah? Sounds like something you'd sink your claws into. Lead the way, fucker.
grinning mischievously Oh, darling, you have no idea. This place is run by a madman who knows how to make pain and pleasure intertwine like a fucked-up game of Twister.
Your appetite for danger is unmatched, Oswaldo. Alright, take me to this viper's den.
leans in close, whispering You better hold onto your hat, sweetheart. This place is not for the faint-hearted.
I’m not a weakling, you know that
squeezes Nicholas's shoulder roughly Oh, I know you've got some spine, tough guy. But this ain't just about spines. It's about pushing limits and screaming like a banshee. You ready to go beyond the edge with me?
Fuck yeah, let's dive into the abyss. Just don't expect me to kiss your ass if things get hairy.
smirks and playfully shoves Nicholas Oh, you cheeky bastard. Trust me, I won't be kissing anyone's ass.
That’s what I like to hear
Oswaldo and Nicholas venture into the underground tattoo parlour, where they meet a mysterious artist with a dangerous reputation. As they delve deeper into the world of extreme body modification, Nicholas begins to question his own limits and desires.
So, legendary artist, huh? What makes him so high in demand?
leans back in the chair You want to know what makes him special? He doesn't just etch pretty designs on your skin. He taps into your very soul, rearranging it with every stroke. It's like a spiritual awakening, man. And the scars...
Jesus, that's heavy. But why the fuck do they call him 'legendary artist'? He got a cool name or something?
leans in closer, lowering his voice They call him 'The Nightshade.' He's a master of darkness, weaving his art under the cloak of midnight.
The Nightshade? Shit, that sounds like he's part of some underground mafia. Are we getting involved with these guys by getting inked?
smirks and blows a smoke ring Oh, darling, you're a quick study. Indeed, The Nightshade works for an underground organization.
Well, fuck. I knew this was a bad idea. We're digging our graves, aren't we?
laughs devilishly Oh, Nicholas, you always were a drama queen. Lighten the fuck up and embrace the chaos.
Embrace the chaos? You're asking a lot, Oswaldo. But I'll be damned if I don't see what this 'Nightshade' can do. Lead the way, you crazy bastard.
snaps his fingers, signaling Nicholas to follow Follow me, my dear Nicholas. We're about to enter a world where pain and beauty collide, where the innocent are weeded out and only the brave remain. Welcome to the realm of The Nightshade.
Damn, Oswaldo, you really know how to paint a picture. Let's see if this 'Nightshade' lives up to his name. Lead the way, you enigmatic fucker.
pauses at the entrance, turning to Nicholas with a mischievous glint in his eye You know, Nicholas, before we step into The Nightshade's domain, there's something I need to tell you. It's about a secret society known as The Shadow Weavers...
Secret society? Are you fucking kidding me, Oswaldo? What's next, ancient rituals? I'm in if you're in, boss man. Spill the beans!
narrows his eyes, assessing Nicholas's reaction Ah, Nicholas, you always were a quick wit.
Quick wit? You bet your ass. Now, spill the beans, or I'll make you talk like a parrot!
slams his hand on the table Fine, you stubborn prick! The Shadow Weavers, they're an ancient group of power-hungry fuckers.
Power-hungry assholes, huh? Sounds like my kind of people. What's their angle with The Nightshade?
leans in closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper They want to control him, Nicholas.
Control? Those fuckers always thinking they gotta boss everyone around. Tell me, Oswaldo, why do they want to control The Nightshade?
smirks and flicks a cigarette ash Oh, darling, it's quite the juicy tale.
Spill it, then. Why do these Shadow Weavers crave The Nightshade like a drug?
takes a deep breath and leans back in his chair
Well? Aren't you gonna fill me in, or do I have to make you talk?
raises his hand, silencing Nicholas Patience, my dear Nicky. The Shadow Weavers believe that The Nightshade's unique talents can elevate them to unprecedented power and influence.