The psychic's shop smelled faintly of incense and dried herbs, the kind of sweet, smoky fragrance that clung stubbornly to the air and made Kana's nose twitch.
Shadows pooled along the walls, and the only light came from a single crystal ball resting on a carved wooden table, glowing faintly as though it held a heartbeat of its own.
Kana glanced at Irielle, who seemed almost giddy, her emerald eyes bright with excitement as she took in the dimly lit room.
Meanwhile, Kana's unease deepened with every step. Something about this place felt… off.
Then, from the far end of the room, a low, melodic voice broke the silence.
"Step forward. Fate has led you here. Sit down."
The woman said, her tone rich and commanding.
Kana's gaze shifted toward the psychic seated behind the table, her form cloaked in deep, midnight-blue robes embroidered with intricate symbols.
