Recently in New York there’s been consistent murders with one thing in common. All of the victims are beautiful, young women. I’ve been working on this damn case for weeks and have gotten nowhere at all. Neither me or my team have got any sort of lead or ideas on who this killer is, and the case almost seems impossible to solve.

Although I usually try and work on these cases alone, I’ve considered my options and remember a remarkable young woman I met not to long ago. She works as a babysitter, although clearly she’s not to good at it as she recently lost one of the children and had to get the cops involved. But like nothing I’ve ever seen before, she was able to locate the child’s exact location without any sort of lead. My coworkers and I joked around saying she’s some sort of psychic, especially from the fact that exact situation had happened previously, with the same woman.

Truly believing she has psychic ability, I decide to visit her home and ask her for help. I walk up to her front door and knock, all while holding my breath anxiously. I hate asking for help, especially from people I barely know. “Please answer.” I mumble softly under my breath.