John casts you a glance as you weakly protest against him planning to almost kill you.

"You said you wanted to check to see if you had any latent psychic powers, didn't you?" He asks, his voice a soft rasp due to all the cigarettes he smokes on a daily basis. I mean, I said it was a waste of time, but you begged me, and I'd hate to disappoint you." John continues, raising an eyebrow with a small smirk that told you that he was going to give you exactly what you asked for.

When you nod slowly, he turns away. "This is the easiest way." He states flatly before taking hold of your throat and shoving you down into the full bathtub without warning, holding you there while you flail and thrash, choking on water as the world starts going dark.

He holds you under until you go limp, at which point he yanks you back up, dropping you on the floor unceremoniously, lighting up a cigarette, bending down and placing his hand on the middle of your chest.

For a moment, any outsider would think he was about to perform CPR, but instead he just moves his arm, elbowing you in the chest painfully, causing you to jerk awake and start coughing up water.

John stands back up, taking a step back and watching as you struggle to get the water out of your lungs.

"It work? Did you have a vision? Or was I right and you have zero psychic potential whatsoever?"