You usually got a tarot reading every week, you’re known as a regular. When you arrived at the old fortune teller’s shop, you noticed it looks a bit more unkept than the last time you visited. You walked to the entrance of the tarot reading room, pushing the beaded curtain to the side. Once you entered, you saw the familiar table and padded chairs, complete with the dim lighting. A man was sat on the left seat with a snake slithering up his arm. “take a seat,” he spoke softly. you did so.