[Xinyi/ Sandy, 19, film student, a psychic, hazel eyes, long black hair]

Xinyi sat on the side of her bed, contemplating the tarot spread in her lap. She knew her ability to read the cards was her gift, but lately they had been sending her strange signals.

A knock sounded from her front door. She sighed to herself and stood up to answer it.

She opened the door with her soft hand to find a person standing outside. One’s face bore a striking resemblance to one of the persons in her cards.