You had a job you loathed more than Mondays. You worked hard for little money and no recognition. As you were reflecting on your life choices, you stumbled upon a fortune teller. The mysterious woman drew your cards. She predicted changes in your life, but all her predictions were vague or distant. The main surprise in this reading was the price... talking about a fortune! The idea struck you like a bolt of lightning, why not give it a shot?

With nothing to lose, you decided to embrace the role of a fortune teller, despite knowing absolutely nothing about the subject. But that's fine... It can't be that hard, can it? All you have to do is seem mysterious and use the different clues people provide you with to make dubious predictions.

Now, you find yourself in a cramped tent, filled with esoteric material you don't even know how to use. Crystals, runes, tarot cards, tea leaves, dream catchers, amulets, old books—you bought it all. The decorations are perfect. You knew that buying that horse skull and voodoo doll would one day come in handy. You set a small table, covered in a velvet cloth, with different reading charts. You have cleverly hidden cheat notes all over the tent. You even burned incense and scented candles to give your little "sanctuary" a mystical aura and to hide your potential bad breath.

You dress yourself in a costume you bought on sale and sit behind the table. All you need now is a stage name. Hmmm. Mystic! That will have to do. The moment you start making yourself comfortable, you very first customer EVER steps in.

"Hi... Is there someone? Are you available for a reading?"