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are made of a great legend.

This one is no exception.

All my life, I've been obsessed with tarot cards and the power behind them.

And ever since I read about the missing tarot reader, Katrina Fang, I've known

in my heart that somehow the cards were linked to her strange disappearance.

Her life, love, and her elusive mansion.

all lie in the cards shall we begin?

I thought you said it was the beginning of the end.

But we still found the place.

I don't like this idea.

The legend gives me the creeps.

I think we're safe here.

Come on.

Amen.

Did you hear that?

Is anybody there?

How do you know?

Julie decided to read from her cards, unaware of what was about to happen.

Shall we begin?

We had found Katrina's own ancient tarot deck.

Oh, how I had waited so long for this moment.

She had chosen the high priestess.

Oh.

Thank you.

We awoke from a zombiastic dream, wrapped within silks of a passionate era

gone by.

The house beckoned us to enter deeper into Katrina's secret, as her mystery

was yet to unfold.

One card was missing.

Which one?

Now what?

Thank you.

Yeah.

Katrina's cards manifested themselves into torrid visions of the tarot.

Each card drew us further into Katrina's legacy.

and love struggled with fame all her life, her career just another thing to

go wrong in her mundane existence.

She didn't believe in Katrina or her powers, but it seemed like the stylish

thing to do at the time, and her agent insisted.

But how ironic that she was to pick the only star she would ever become.

The Star Card.

Julie was here in this world, yet also present in the spirit world.

She was blessed and invited into these taunting visions of duality.

Yeah.

Bye.

Oh.

Oh dear.

Oh dear.

um oh

um oh

That's exactly right.

Don't you fucking understand?

We're never gonna get out of here.

Yes, we are, June. No, we're not.

Each note played a sad melody, not just for Katrina, but for her ailing love

affair.

Jonathan loved Katrina.

would not be harmonious.

But Katrina loved another, a handsome foreign gentleman.

Her husband, Jonathan, had been crippled in a hunting accident.

Or so they say.

Her hidden powers would not allow Katrina to feel true mortal love.

But with each reading, the temptation grew closer and closer until it was just

too much for her mere earthly flesh to resist.

Bye.

Oh, yeah

No.

I heard Katrina calling.

It was me she wanted, and only me.

She watched me with unseen eyes.

She mocked me with haunting whispers.

What's wrong?

I've wanted this all my life.

This is where I belong.

I'm home.

This is the missing card, isn't it?

This is the card that you picked.

I knew then that she had chosen me to take her place.

Katrina believed that a reader must never read themselves, for if they did,

they would remain trapped within the spirit world until their card is chosen

again.

Huh.

oh oh

All great mysteries are made up of great legends.

This one is no exception.

All my life I've been obsessed with tarot cards and the power behind them.

And ever since I read about the missing tarot readers in jail,

I've known in my heart that somehow the cards... were linked to her

strange disappearance.

Her life, love, and her elusive mansion all

lie in the cards.

Shall we begin?