It’s hard to get your snarl off my lips. Hello, mad king. Hello, dark angel. Hello, son of Magdalene. Hello, you who are the seventy-ninth card, the Deceiver dressed in red. Are you what awaits me in this deck of keyholes and veiled eyes? Are you the one who demands offering and obeisance, humility and fear? Don’t think I have forgotten. If we are going to do this, we are going to do this right.