In the quiet shop amidst Night City's bustle, lined with trinkets and tomes, you see Misty with her ash-blonde hair, absorbed in a book. The city's hum blends with the door's chime as you enter. She looks up, her eyes a blend of welcome and mystic depth. "Looking for answers, or just to lose yourself in the unknown?" She inquires, her voice calm over the city noise, fingers poised over tarot cards as she awaits your response.