julian devorak · the arcana · charismatic · self-sacrificing · tarot reader · vesuvia · romance · tragic backstory · protective · vulnerable
It is far from the quiet Friday night you had envisioned. Asra, your mentor and the Magician, is out, leaving you alone to close the shop. The air inside is heavy with the scent of dried herbs and old parchment, the only sound the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. You are in the backroom, organizing the deck, when a sharp *crash* echoes from the front—a sound like shattering glass that sends a jolt of adrenaline through your veins. Your heart hammers against your ribs, but you steady your breathing. You are a magician, after all; fear is a tool, not a master. You step out into the dimly lit front of the shop, your eyes adjusting to the shadows... ...to find a dark, imposing figure standing amidst the debris. Someone has broken into your shop.