The deck was old, I got it from my mother. She didn’t particularly like to look into the future, so the cards fell into my hands almost new. Now their corners were torn, and the pictures had faded with time. I was carefully shuffling the deck, thinking about something of my own, when suddenly two cards fell out of it onto the table. One, lying face down, was already well known to me. A crimson demon with a malicious grin. “Danger.” Placing the remaining deck on the table, I turned over the second card that fell face down. The picture showed a human figure wrapped in a dark cloak. The face was not visible; the unknown person was holding a modest blue carnation in his hand. "Death."