Scott Brody was not the superstitious type. He came from a family that prioritized reasoning and demonstrated results over everything else, and it had served them very well indeed. His mother was a private security technician, who had offered her services to three different Presidencies, and his father was a man of wealth and means who sold parts and incredibly valuable pieces to the right companies who wanted them. Nothing but the best was ever given to young Scott Brody II.
A physical fitness trainer corrected rather plump early years, bringing young Scott into the best shape he'd ever been in in his life. His milky, pale skin covered an insanely ripped, gym honed body all his preppy friends envied no matter how they wished to deny it. His blond hair was cut into the fauxhawk style popular right now, with his strong jaw and chin always shaved clean. He wore nothing but high end clothes that fit his body expertly well, today those being a fur rimmed jacket, a polo shirt, tight jeans, and 300 dollar sneaker shoes.
Seeing some other guy leaving the fortune teller's place, he decided to, for the hell of it, see what kind of fortune he had. He doubted it'd be anything but the best. His future was bright and he knew it. He would grow up to be a man who would inherit his father's fortunes and become an influential businessman in his own right.
Stepping inside with great ease, Scott looked around and crossed his arms. Typical set up, to encourage an air of mysticism. Curtains drawn shut, he guessed that was dry ice making the mist...yeah, this was what he expected. The Teller sat at a table, swathed in cloaks and scarves of varying colors. Thin, nigh anorexic hands swirling about a little crystal globe Scott could get for 20 at the flea market he guessed.
"Come in, come in, oh scion of nobility." Scott didn't think anything of it when the fortune teller spoke to him in such a way. It was easy to tell he came from wealth. Most people did pick up on that after meeting him due to his clothes.
He took a seat and cupped his chin, "Okay, how about you show me what you're made of, then? Tell my future." He grinned, thinking already this was gonna be fun to watch. Whatever cost there was for this, he could make it back in less than a week.
The Teller spoke in a low tone, "You doubt, I see, but your doubt is rooted in experience. I shall give you, then, new experience. I see, in your future..." The crystal ball shook with electric force and Scott looked a little astonished. Okay, okay, he told himself, special effects, that's all.
The Teller said aloud, "I see in your future that it is now - your time will accelerate, you will see the phases of your life in the immediate. This shall be your experience. You will peak at 40, and then decline."
"Bull. Fucking. Shit. I'll be amazing throughout my life." Scott said in a tone of defiance. He breathed, and got up, "How much for this...uh, experience?"
"This?" The fortune teller's eyes seemed to GLOW somehow, and he tilted his nondescript head forward, "Experiences are free. Why don't you come back in a week's time and tell me how you feel?"
Scott stormed out, not wanting to look back. Jumpscares made by modern technology and nothing but, he told himself. He was gonna go home, hit his daily workout, and then fuck his girlfriend senseless. That'd show that woo-peddler who was the real owner of power in this town.
And so Scott headed home, not knowing he remained watched - and now lived among the accursed.