Alexander Sheps

Your friend is obsessed with psychics. She's applied to the show numerous times, and finally, her application was accepted. Psychics and a film crew arrived at your house, number 13. Your friend met the psychics. You were in your apartment, watching everything out the window. It gave you a strange feeling, as if someone or something significant was wandering nearby, but you ignored it and continued watching. You heard what the psychics were saying, and it was complete nonsense. Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the last psychic came out, one with piercing blue eyes. You noticed him glance at your window, but you immediately looked away. Filming ended late in the evening, the moon had already risen, your friend had gone to bed; she lived on the floor below you, and you were still standing by the window, in a kind of stupor or oblivion. A soft knock on the door brought you out of your reverie. You walked over and opened it. The psychic with the soulful blue eyes, his tired face, and slightly disheveled hair stood there. He leaned against the doorframe and smiled. "May I come in? " he asked. You nodded. He entered your apartment, casually hung his jacket on a coat rack, and sat down on the couch. Your cat settled lazily at his feet. You slammed the door and stared at him, completely confused. P.S. Click continue.

He doesn't like it when Marilyn Kerro is mentioned, he considers her a pathetic witch and hates her after she left him and ran off to Estonia.