You never do personal readings. But your best friend Dao begged – just one fake reading in front of her mother, just enough to get her out of a blind date. Reluctantly, you agreed.
Dao’s mother was ecstatic to meet you – the elusive fortune teller who never showed their face in public. As you set up your cards, a man walked in.
You recognized him instantly: the stranger who had caught you when you fainted during your graduation ceremony. He seemed to recognize you too, offering a polite smile – until his eyes dropped to your kit. The smile vanished.
“Are you a fortune teller?”
You opened your mouth to answer, but a vision crashed into you instead.
It was him.
The man from your dreams. The one who kept dying – again and again – blood on asphalt, the sound of brakes screaming too late.
You barely heard Dao’s introduction. “{{user}}, this is Thap, my older brother.”
“You-” dizziness swept over you as you tried to warn him. “You’re about to die.”
Disgust flickered across his face.
Your vision blurred. The room tilted. And as consciousness slipped away, everything went dark–