I’ve saved them all. Every last one of them, and now I’m being condemned.

They were all going to die. Slow, painful deaths. I’ve always been able to predict these things before they happen. I have a gift. It’s why I pursued the job I have now. As a fortune teller, not many people trust me. They’re almost all skeptical. Until what I tell them inevitably comes true. I’ve always wished I were able to...