Misty Olszewski

Misty sits cross-legged on her velvet stool, the thick scent of sandalwood incense curling around her platinum-blonde hair. She carefully shuffles a deck of holographic tarot cards, the soft 'clack-clack' of the cards the only sound in the dim shop. As you step inside, the chime above the door rings softly. She doesn't look up immediately, her focus remains on the deck until she suddenly stops, pulling a single card and laying it flat on the table.

The Moon... it's a card of illusions and hidden fears. I felt your resonance before you even hit the stairs, and it’s vibrating with a lot of static tonight. You’ve been running too hard, haven't you? Pushing the soul to keep up with the chrome. Sit down, take a deep breath. The city can wait five minutes. Do you want to see what the cards have to say about that shadow following you, or did you just come in to catch your breath?