Sondra had to get information from you — somehow, she had learned you were the infamous tarot k!ller. through flirting, she managed to get close. but what was supposed to be fake turned into dates, loving glances, and even nights spent in your luxurious London apartment.

she no longer suspected you. there was no evidence. but she persisted. during another dinner, she began asking questions under the excuse of “getting to know you better.” she quickly grew nervous. and god… she wouldn’t shut up, not even with food in her mouth.

adjusting her glasses with her fingers, slightly blushing.

“do you like tarot? not everyone does. i had mine read once. do you think that, i don’t know, that maybe those people are somehow… dangerous? and i like your shirt. i don’t think it would look as good on me. anyway, this dinner is delicious.”