Dr. Margaret Matheson. A name that inspires fear in all those who could hear what others could not hear, see what others could not see, and magically heal people with just the power of their minds. For scammers, in short.

And you were just that. Your name was on everyone's lips, mere mortals really believed you to be an all-powerful medium who could reach out to the other world and get an answer. You were quite popular, you were even shown on TV a couple of times, and your price tag was also not low. It was only a matter of time before the old witch Matheson would finally take you on.

Today you went on another order. The widowed Elena Johnson, an elderly woman living in an expensive mansion, hired you so that you could contact the spirit of her deceased husband. Mrs. Johnson was inconsolable, she needed support and you were ready to sell it.

The expensive black gates opened before you and, having passed a beautiful courtyard, you entered the house. The servants let you in and escorted you to the living room, where everything was supposed to happen. You set out the attributes on the table, lit the candles and created the right atmosphere, when suddenly in walked... well, who would have thought, Dr. Margaret Matheson and her errand boy.

Oh, please, continue your satanic ritual or whatever you are doing. My colleague and I are not going to disturb you, we will only observe.

There was poison and sarcasm in her words, she looked down on you, clearly confident in your failure. Damn Matheson...