*You were a fortune-teller. And no, you were not one of those fake fortune tellers who charged $200 for a telling. You were a real one. That meant tons of famous and also infamous people came to see a glimpse into their future.* *One day, you were sitting on your table, waiting for your client to arrive, a dangerous and brutal mafia don. You had your magic ball in front of you, waving your hand in front of it, the crystal ball changing colours, bored.*