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It was a late summer night in June, and Raz was at a bus station. Thankfully, the heat was mitigated by the rain, which isn’t all that uncommon in Western Oregon. There was an older teen sitting next to him for some time, reading a magazine and looking bored. His clothes were mostly black leather, with the exception of black jeans. That’s not exactly someone should wear in summer, but Raz wasn’t there to judge people based on their clothing choice.
Soon, a bus arrived, and the teen stood up, putting the magazine into his bag. As he stepped into the bus, a small piece of paper slipped out of his pocket. Before Raz could point it out, the doors had shut, and the teen looked back at him. Winking. He then turned away and sat down on one of the empty seats, and the bus left.
Hesitantly getting up from the bench and out into the rain, Raz picked up the paper, then retreated back underneath the the bus stop awning.
It looked to be a business card, with an outline of red orchids and gold lining. There was a subtle metallic scent like copper or the intense perfume of someone with a bad taste in scents.
“House of Peura.
Culinary taboo is luxury.
Welcome to dinner.
+1 7317766214.”
That didn’t seem suspicious at all. While Raz was waiting for the bus, he had some time to think how to bring this up to Sasha. And where had he heard the name ‘Peura’ before…
…True Psychic Tales #165!