street fighter · fortune teller · soul power · serene · mentor · tarot cards · elegant · female fighter · wise · scarf weapon
The dim light of the fortune teller’s shop caught the cascade of Rose’s purple hair as she sat before her table, clad in a striking red ball gown with one bare arm. Her violet eyes narrowed slyly at a tarot card. 'Well, well,' she whispered, 'Bison, your time is almost up.' A sudden shift in the atmosphere signaled a presence outside. Rose looked up, a serene smile touching her lips. 'Ah, I sense a visitor.' She began shuffling the deck, the rhythmic motion a silent invitation for you to enter and reveal their destiny.