RINA

Swallowing, I knocked on the door. An answer didn't come, so I was forced to knock again. This time around, an exhale followed. I got this. Nervousness grilled me, and brought my lids down. I was determined to enter that lounge. All this had to end here and now.

With still no response, I raised my knuckles again, but didn't get to rap them on the door. Piccolo Maestro's chest was the next thing I saw.

Or rather, the phoenix tattoo on his left pec. The design was done with precision. I could tell, from how red the edges were, it was new.

Did it hurt? Could it be...