Adrian’s interest was piqued.

As he sat down in front of the old man, Carver’s eyes squinted and asked, “Do you have a cigarette?”

Adrian took out his pack and handed a stick to him before looking at Carver’s pants—to where his limbs should have been.

“How did you lose your legs?” Adrian asked.

Carver took a puff of the cigarette and heaved a long sigh. However, he did not answer Adrian’s question. Instead, he asked, “Would you like me to tell you your fortune once more?”

Adrian nodded. “I’