Born in 2025, deep in the heart of the east side, Ōtautahi. Underground Ink rose from the fire of restless souls craving a sacred refuge. This is a place carved out by hands that bleed passion, a raw sanctuary where the sacred meets the wild, where ink bleeds truth onto skin and spirit. We are the underground pulse beneath the city, a home for the broken, the bold, the seekers of meaning in a world that often forgets how to honor the sacred. Here, every line tells a story, every mark holds a story or whakapapa - a gritty shrine built for sacred souls to breathe, to burn, and to become.