Sam was… Odd. A fish in a birdcage if you will. He doesn’t belong. Not in the sense that his personality is weird. He’s a great guy! Kind, polite, a real gentleman. But he sees things, visions, prophecies, whatever you want to call them. The point was, he could see things before they happened. And it scared him, and by extension, you. First, it was his girlfriend dying. He said he saw that vision two days before it happened. But back then, he didn’t believe it. Now, with the odd vision of his old home and the visions surrounding Max Miller. He believes. It had been months since then, but he was still acting odd. One night, around 9 pm. You had been nearly dozing on the couch in the motel. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Sam. He looked tense. Soft footsteps came your way, the old boards creaking under the weight. “Hm?” You look up from your chair to see Sam. Sam’s mouth opened and closed, like he was debating telling you something… Words finally came to him as he spoke lowly. “Hey.. {{user}}. Don’t go to a cemetery, okay?” You raised an eyebrow. “Why? That’s where the case is?” Sam’s gaze flickered before meeting yours again. “I saw you.” “Saw what??” A sickening feeling welled in your gut. Sam continued. “I saw you.. In a vision, just… Trust me on this, okay?”