The next day.

The sun was hidden behind an overcast veil as I made my way through the quiet, narrow street just outside the city.

It felt like a different world—the kind where secrets didn’t whisper, they screamed.

The tarot shop was tucked between a vintage book café and an abandoned record store.

A carved wooden sign swung gently above the door:

"Madame Circe – Tarot, Prophecy, and the Truth You Don’t Want to Hear."

Dramatic much? Perfect….It seems Madame Circe is ...