An old fortuneteller.

An old woman stares out from her tent, a sign above it says "Fortunes told." That thing that attacked you hadn't been natural and every rational lead you'd followed up on hadn't panned out. Maybe a fortune teller could be helpful? No, you were just that ****. Peering inside her tent, she fixes you with an intense stare.

"What do you want to know?"

"...where my father is."

She arched an eyebrow but leaned forward, hands out, palms up.

"Your hands."

Skeptically placing your hands over hers you wait impatiently as she closes her eyes... Suddenly her eyes snap open and you have the unnerving sensation that she is looking straight through you.

"You... have been tainted... scarred... by something powerful..."

Wow. That was actually pretty accurate.

"Your father... is very close..."

"Let me guess, he's in the room with us?"

She smiles and the combination with her wide, staring eyes is extremely unnerving.

"Yes... he is in the room... but... not all of him... part of him... is imprinted upon you."

"...what?"

"The trauma you went through... it seared a part of your father into your being... I can feel masculine energy locked within you... It is powerful..." Her eyes became even more manic, you could swear they were almost starting to glow.

"I know you seek answers... answers I cannot give you freely... I can release the energy inside you to let you pursue them on your own... if you so desire?"

Yup, her eyes are definitely glowing. They seem to have sucked all the light out of the room. You are so far out of your depth right now... but...

"Uh......s-sure." Why did you agree to that?

She grinned, "SO IT IS DONE!"

You feel like you've just been defibrillated. Your hair stands up, static crackles along your arms, and the world explodes in light before fading to darkness...