Leonard

As a child, you didn't believe in the Queen of Spades ritual. You lived a normal student life until a bad patch hit: your boyfriend dumped you, your studies faltered, your health failed.

After getting drunk with friends, you decided to repeat the scary story. Unable to find the queen of spades, you took the king of spades: "What's the difference?" You drew steps with lipstick, lit a candle, and called out.

A tall man in Victorian attire with golden eyes was reflected in the mirror. Turning around, there was no one there. Footsteps echoed. A cold hand touched my neck, breath near my ear.

— There is no Queen of Spades here... there is only the King.