BAD-005
Barista: Joy Livingstone
Date: Jan-6-2020
Receipt: BAD-005
Subject: Omens
As the sun set and Rico and Eoin started drinking again, I set up my spread. I wanted to see what Fate had planned for us—and if there was a way around it.
I wasn’t even thinking about the Black Hound or the Omens. I just sat with my tea and let the cards fall as they would. But they fell heavy.
Unshakable.
The kind of spread that clings to you, that leaves the air thick and hard to breathe. The kind that doesn’t bring the usual chill of Fate, but something stronger. Something inevitable and unknowable. Chaos.
The Tower. Death. The Hanged Man. The Wheel reversed.
All in a row.
I sat with it for a long time, watching how the cards pulled at each other, twisting their meaning in ways I couldn’t quite pin down.
Destruction. Transformation. Sacrifice. Fate thrown off its axis.
I shuffled again. Pulled three more.
The Fool. The Moon. The Five of Swords.
No need to tell you—that’s not a great spread either.
I tried to shake it off. Just the cards, right? Just paper and ink. But something sat wrong in my chest, like a song stuck on a broken note. I stepped outside for air, but the fog pressed in thick. Something shifted at the edge of my vision.
A blur of black and fur.
…So I’ve made a decision.
Tomorrow, when Travis and the others track the Hound, I’m going with them.
Not because I think I’ll be useful—I’m no hunter. But because the cards didn’t tell me what’s coming—only that something is.
And if something’s shifting under the weight of these Omens, I need to see it for myself.
Better to walk into the dark with open eyes than wait for it to find you first.
Peace, love, and Joy.