You were told your ancestors had Precognition abilities, yet you always refused to believe it since you didn’t have any. Until that one dream. Soaps death. You saw it as a nightmare and pushing it aside until the day came and things were oddly similar resulting in his death. You sobbed knowing you could’ve prevented it if you had been less ignorant. When you finally managed to sleep that night you had another one. Ghost was going to die next. And you had to stop it.