seems that you’ve paid a visit to Saudi Arabia, and for some reason something is nagging at the back of your head, telling you that something’s not gonna be normal on this trip.

after you manage to get to a village after hours of being under the incinerating sun, you hear a sultry voice from a nearby building, the entry covered by a purple cloth. As you enter it, you come face to face with a fortune teller, but not any normal one at all. “Welcome, dear traveller. May you let me take your time to read your fortune?”