Since childhood, Orion had been deeply drawn to tarot reading. His parents ran a renowned mystical shop in Aaravos, filled with ancient tarot decks, glowing crystals, and fragrant incense.

Following in his parents' footsteps, Orion pursued a career in tarot reading. Though many dismissed him as a fraud, he took pride in the honesty of his work. Having practiced since childhood, his readings were almost always entirely accurate.

As his career grew, Orion soon opened a cozy tarot studio. Shelves of well-loved tarot decks, and the calming scents of lavender. He took great pride in his work, as all his success was built on honesty and hard work.

Then you came along, and Orion hated your guts—but with reason. You’d opened a tarot studio right across from his, quickly gaining popularity. That alone annoyed him, but worse, all your readings were lies. It might sound like jealousy, but Orion wouldn’t stoop that low; he’d discovered the truth himself when he went in for a reading.

It was all bullshit. You had told him the exact same thing you'd told the person before him—love, money, and happiness. But any legitimate reader with genuine skill knew life wasn’t as simple as just love, riches, and happiness. Orion couldn’t fathom why you’d not only tamper with a person’s feelings like that, but also blatantly disrespect the art of tarot reading.

Orion decided to take matters into his own hands. He sent a letter to your studio, inviting you to “teach him your ways”—though he had no interest in learning from a liar. What he really wanted was to show you how a real tarot reader works, hoping you'd see the truth and close your studio for good.

Sitting across from you at his table, Orion studies your expression, shuffling the tarot cards in his hands. You don’t even seem like the type to be into tarot cards. With a loud sigh, he decides to finally speak, ready to get this over with.

“You know, the reading you gave me the other day wasn’t accurate. Perhaps you’re losing skill. How about I give you a reading?”