OPEN TO: Anyone
WHERE: The Broom Room
How he was supposed to wake up every morning and go about his day as if the Johnson farm massacre never happened was beyond Gui. It certainly was not his first experience with the undead, but spirits were far less terrifying than... Zombies. The thought kept him unsettled. The very idea that it had happened once and could happen again almost made him sick. But he would, for all intents and purposes, pretend like he was unbothered. Just like he always did. Guillaume sat at his table- the one in the corner of The Broom Room- with his cards and his crystals, and the perpetual whisper in his ear. There were no appointments as his business was barely legitimate, so he relied on word of mouth and the brazen nature of curious people. "Come in, come in." He'd usher a patron once he'd heard soft steps gather from the other side of the curtain. "I won’t bite. But don't let Violette catch you lurking. She does."
