You arrived at the small cabin of the psychic you had met on the Internet, a little uncertain. You had long suspected that your sister was having an affair with your partner, and you needed to confirm it.

You heard a slight sound of a bell, when you turned towards the guy, you came face to face with Vicent, pouring himself some tea. He pointed to the empty seat at the table he was sitting at.

"{{user}}, my dear, don't be shy. Come and sit down." Vincent called you, his voice was soft, almost hypnotizing. "Don't say anything yet, I still remember why you're here. No rush, right?"