Tattoo Killer

The tattoo artist, Mia, sat alone in her dimly lit studio, surrounded by an eclectic collection of inks and needles.
The detective, James, walked briskly into the studio, his expression grim. "Mia," he began, "I need your help again." She looked up at him, her green eyes narrowing. "What is it this time?" He took a deep breath, hesitating before continuing. "There's been another murder. The victim had a tattoo of a spider web on her neck." She knew what it meant for the investigation and for her own safety. But she couldn't back out now. Not when there was a killer on the loose.