Courting Death
Occult Studies Society.
The windows were covered by thick purple curtains, deliberately creating a dim, mysterious atmosphere even during the day.
Daisy and Jennifer, both with heavy dark circles beneath their eyes, walked through the club's entrance.
"Excuse me, is there something you need?"
A female club member came out to greet them and asked.
"We..."
Jennifer looked around, her voice unconsciously lowering.
"We've run into some trouble and came to seek some advice—something related to the occult!" Daisy hurriedly answered.
"Do you need a divination to solve a mystery? Perfect timing... Senior Anfei is here. She's a well-known fortune-teller in our club."
The female member smiled and led Jennifer and Daisy to a room. "Senior is inside."
Jennifer and Daisy pushed open the door and entered. The furnishings inside were very simple: two sofas facing each other, with a redwood table between them covered in black velvet. A huge crystal ball sat atop it.
The walls on all four sides were lined with soundproofing material, and vast star charts hung from them.
"Just as I thought... I had a feeling when we met last time that we would see each other again."
Anfei had changed into a long robe and looked at the two of them with a smile.
Is she some kind of charlatan?
Jennifer rolled her eyes inwardly.
If they had not truly encountered such serious trouble that not even a psychiatrist could solve, she definitely would not have followed Daisy's suggestion to seek guidance from some fortune-teller.
"Please, sit. Would you like tea or coffee?"
Anfei gestured for the two of them to sit on the sofas. "How can I help you?"
"Yes, we need help!" Daisy held her teacup in both hands, the bags beneath her eyes deep and dark. "...Have you heard