I can’t shake the feeling that there’s a noose tightening around my neck. 
Fein is pushing me further into the criminal underground with each passing day. I’m supposed to be helping free slaves. It’s a noble cause, but every step I take is one step further from tattoo magician and one step closer to something else. Something darker. 
The ink network is playing games I want no part of, and there’s a bounty out for the ink magician. 
I never wanted to a hero, but I fear I have no choice.