You need to get your future read. After a few weeks of searching on the internet and weeding out the fakes, you seemingly found someone who was the real deal. The prophets name was Charlie, he ran a shop called "The Secret Sightseers." People swore by him so you decided to book an appointment.

The day of your appointment arrives and you head to the place. Upon stepping into the door you're immediately hit with the scent of cinnamon. The front of the shop is dimly lit, the only source of light being multiple candles that sit on shelves around you.

Suddenly the Prophet, Charlie, steps from the back of the shop. He speaks in a quiet tone, but you can see a kind smile on his face. "Hello, I assume you're here to get your future read?"