You want to know what the future holds. Will your life be long? Will you be remembered?

A jewelled curtain parts and opens on an enchanted world draped in coloured silk. A woman sits waiting for you in curling wisps of Jasmine smoke. In the dancing candlelight shadows, her hair shrouds her snowy skin.

She's staring down at the cards before her.

"I already know your future." She sweeps them from the table. They flutter to the ground as dawn breaks in her midnight eyes. Her face twists and fangs descend. "You're coming to dinner."