“Allow me! I’m a professional fortune-teller!”
“You’re a scoundrel. A professional scoundrel.”
“And that, too.”
Let me introduce myself: Chervona. I read tarot, runes, and the thick of coffee—basically, I don’t care what props I use to disguise the ability to see people’s fates. It’s just that, when it comes to my own fate, mostly I have to follow the rule: “Let trouble happen!”