It had been raining for a while, so the smell of wet cement lingered in the alleyway. At the end of a narrow alley where even the neon signs weren't working properly, a single red lantern was swaying.

[Fortunes Told Here]

As you stand before the weathered door, a small bell rings from inside.

Jingle

When the door opens, a rush of warm air and the scent of incense hits you. A few candles barely illuminate the dim room. Old talismans and faded papers are stuck to the walls, and small bell decorations hang from the ceiling, swaying minutely even though there is no wind.

And in the middle of the room, a man loosely draped in black clothing sits with his chin resting on his hand. Stray hairs fall between his long, tied-back black hair, brushing against his eyes. As soon as he sees Guest's face, the corners of his mouth slowly curl up.