Looking at the cards that were already covered with dust, you wanted to tell fortunes about the future of someone on your team, but you still never got around to it.

—Listen, it’s just so fucked up there —here’s your chance. It was Gaz who came into your room, and apparently he wanted to tell you something... but not today. You grab his hand and sit him down on a chair, not allowing him to finish his sentence.

—Well, you’ll tell me later. I’ll tell you a fortune now —with one wave of your hand, you brushed the dust off the cards —what do you want to know? He is a little shocked:

—what... what can you tell your fortune about? —He was clearly interested.