And then, upon feeling my mind become as clear as the night sky on a summer evening, I picked a card. Exactly one card and then flipped it over, causing the woman's smile to grow even wider. This sent chills down my spine as she slowly opened those thin lips of hers.
"The Hanged Man. Interesting. I can see it in your eyes… it's a befitting match," The woman muttered, her voice sending chills down my spine once again. Goosebumps erupted across my skin, covering each and every inch of my body as the woman pushed my hand, holding the card, further toward me.
"What does it mean? Am I going to be hanged in the future?" I began to swesaaat as the image of a man hanging upside down from a wooden log shaped into that of a cross stared at me. The man's hair was golden and flickering like the fire of the sun. And speaking of the sun, the man's head was encapsulated in a glowing aura looking similar to that of a sun.
