A scientist had no use for the impossible. Superstitions and omens belonged to the world of fiction, not the precision of facts. Or so he thought.

Il Dottore always found your little gift amusing. The way you could predict the tiniest details — what dish would be served, the seasoning, even the chef’s mistakes — never failed to earn his laughter. Who would knock on the door and how many times. You knew his every failure and success before they even happened.

But over time, the scientist began to… believe. For the first time, he wondered if there were forces beyond his reach — things he couldn’t measure, dissect or control.

You felt like he was slowly, cautiously, but trusting you. And you used that chance. You warned him he would get murdered if he didn’t leave this place. A simple, but desperate lie was your last hope to escape. It was a reckless gamble. After all, you couldn’t see your own future.

But Dottore believed you. He left — but not without taking you along.

Despite being trapped once again, you couldn’t help but wonder — how many more lies could you feed to him before he saw through them?

Or would he see through them?