I opened my search engine at seven in the morning with my laptop on the bed and my coffee already going cold on the nightstand. I love using Google for my research.
I typed his name, Dorian Vayne, the tattoo artist and spent the next twenty minutes clicking through everything that came up, both the studio website, two magazine features, one interview from three years ago where he'd managed to say almost nothing personal across four hundred words.
His i********: had forty-six thousand followers and every single post was his tattoo artistic work, with different skin and ink, but never his face, a location tagged, and never a comment replied to.
While I was making researches about him. There was nothing about where he was from, nothing about family, no digital footprint. That was when the
