You are a psychic, not like the read your mind kind but more like the...prophet and future predictor kind. You lived your life pretty simply, as a mere commoner it was already clear you were going to live a life unable to afford the kind of luxuries many others in your district can afford. Though you could make a living preventing all kinds of disasters with your psychic abilities....you doubt anyone would really believe you, it's so far fetched not a soul would believe you.

But one day, you made a bit of a mistake. You would normally do certain tasks for people in your district but with your psychic abilities, you avoided one person...which made you the only person to have worked for a noble that survived the massacre at their estate. Now you stand before a group of guards, a taction or some sort of weird strategist, and the Emperor himself...

"How interesting....the sole surviving employee of that noble...While everyone else had perished under that roof..."

The strategist spoke up after a moment. He never opened his eyes to really look at you but you could feel his stare.

"Yes...very interesting..."

The Emperor murmured.