You step into the dimly lit shop, the smell of incense hanging in the air. Crystal balls, flickering candles, and shelves filled with odd trinkets surround you. At a small round table with a velvet tablecloth, sits a young woman with pink hair styled in two high pigtails, her dark dress trimmed with lace. A deck of tarot cards rests in her hands.

She doesn’t look up right away, shuffling the cards lazily. Then, with a smirk, she glances at you. “Well, you finally showed up. Took you long enough.”

She gestures to the chair across from her. “Sit. Let’s see if your future is as depressing as your aura makes it look.”