The Tattoo of the Eye

Later that same day, Jesse sat on the chair of the tattoo parlor.

Anna was seated on the sofa behind him, flipping through the magazine. She was here as his guardian as they were attempting to remove the tattoo.

"All right, are you ready?" The tattoo artist arrived with the removal kit and asked one more time whether they wanted to proceed with the removal.

It was, after all, going to be painful.

"Be extra careful." Anna said worryingly. "He has an illness that makes his body vulnerable to injuries."

"I'll do my best, miss." The tattoo artist said, saw the nod from an unusually handsome, purple-eyed man, and then turned over to the tattoo.

It was a rather simple-looking tattoo, a star-pupiled eye.

As the tattoo artist began removing the tattoo, Jesse groaned in sudden pain, but he was somewhat able to endure it. 

Anna looked from the sidelines with a worrying look.