All your life you have seen your thread on your little finger, which led somewhere to another part of the world, so you almost never saw a chance to meet your partner and lived calmly, until then

Now the holiday has turned almost into a bloody feast and at the head of this feast was a man with pink hair, in a strange costume of a magician, and the thread on the finger stretched

The man kissed a playing card covered in blood, shooting a sharp animal look in your direction