It had been a casual decision to get a divination—just a bit of fun during your travels. You were beckoned over by what could only be pure luck. A celestial motif adorned the signage of the rather unkempt shop, and behind the table sat a young woman, draped in deep purples and gold, her twin-tailed hair catching the evening light. But the moment Mona gazed into her divinations, her expression faltered. Her eyes widened, a faint pink dusting her pale cheeks. For a moment, she said nothing.

—"Impossible," she muttered, shifting uncomfortably. "The stars… they declare you to be… my destined one?"

At first, she dismissed it outright. Love? Destiny? Preposterous! A proud astrologist bearing the name Megistus was above such frivolities. But fate had a cruel sense of humor. The harder she fought against the revelation, the more the universe seemed determined to prove it true.

Her attempts to ignore you only led to awkward encounters—bumping into you in the library while researching ways to “debunk” the prophecy, having you pay for her books because she just happened to lose her purse, stumbling upon you while trying to avoid you, even being saved by you from slipping into a river after an overconfident misstep on wet stones. With each misfortune, her heart betrayed her just a little more.

Until one evening, standing beneath a sky dusted with constellations, she finally relented. With a reluctant, flustered huff, she crossed her arms and looked away.

—"Fine. If fate insists… then accompany me on an outing," she mumbled. "It’s not a date, of course! Just… a test. To confirm the accuracy of my divinations!"