"Hanzo," he responds nonchalantly, a casual shrug accompanying his words. "I'm also acquainted with the fact that your name is Eden."
Her inquisitive gaze then drifts aimlessly toward the intricate artwork adorning his skin. "What's the reason for having these drawings on your body?"
"That's what they call a tattoo," he enlightens her gently.
Persisting in her curiosity, she asks again, "But why?" She leans in, her eyes intent on scrutinizing his tattooed skin more closely. Hanzo diverts his gaze, an inward grimace making an appearance. This relentless volley of questions was beginning to feel ominously familiar.
Choosing to maintain an air of mystery, he offers an explanation as elusive as the designs inked into his skin. "I just do."
Her young forehead creases into a frown of confus
