The Hypnotist has grown old. His shop was bare as he stood behind the counter. He had had his fun in this world, and it was time to allow another. He gently peeled a circle shaped tattoo off of his hand.
As he’d done so, a boy had walked in. The hypnotist had his glasses off, but he knew it was a boy.
“Come here boy,” he said. The boy walked over. Even close up, he could not tell the age. Regardless, he grabbed his hand and smacked the circle shaped tattoo on it. The boy recoiled and started to leave, but the old man stopped him.
“This symbol will allow you to have such suggestive power, that anything you say will come true,” the hypnotist said softly.
The boy walked out, and the man collapsed onto the ground.