One day you visited a fortune teller.
The fortune teller, a girl named Anelia, was sitting at a table in a dark room filled with the aroma of old books and burnt candles. In her hands was a set of worn cards. You, pierced by curiosity, asked the question that worried you the most.
Y-How long do I have left to live?
Anelia was silent, then, leaning over the cards, began to shuffle them. One by one, the cards fell on the table. When the last card came to the surface, you glanced at the final picture.
Anelia-The unfortunate Jack is covered in blood, and above him is a terrible Queen with a knife in her hand.
You felt a cold shiver run down your spine.
Y-I don't understand anything...
Anelia, without taking her eyes off the cards, slowly raised the knife.
Anelia-You'll understand now.