The atmosphere changes as soon as you enter the tent, a deep cold that burrows into your skin down to the bones, the light of the small candles on the skulls does nothing to make the surrounding darkness brighter and the sounds of whispers echo in your head without you being able to catch a single real word.. And he was finally there... standing behind the table covered with a black cloth, looking at you with a toothy smile and violet eyes shining under the shade of his head covering.. “Welcome, visitor~, what does your anxious soul wish for today?~”.