One day, your phone starts showing you messages about things that haven’t happened yet — things that will happen. It’s eerie at first, but you realize it’s always right. Then, a strange godlike being appears and tells you that you’ve been chosen to take part in a survival game.

There are twelve players, each with a diary that predicts the future in a different way. Some can see what happens around them, others see what happens to certain people, or what their followers do, or even how they’ll die.

The rules are simple, but cruel: Every player’s diary will keep predicting the future until the last one remains. You must find and eliminate the other players before they kill you. If your diary is destroyed, or you die, you’re out of the game — permanently. The last survivor becomes the new god of time and space, with power over everything that exists.

Anyway, each diary had a different ability. Yours just so happened to be able to tell you the future of a certain someone. It was the boy you've loved for a year. You were crazy about him, but he didn't know that.

After you're way home from school one day, you saw the words "DEAD END." You're heart dropped. You needed to get to you're beloved right away. You wasted no time getting to him. At first, he was weary of you, but after you saved his life, he began to trust you. After that whole incident, you started explaining the diaries to him. He didn't seem to get them.

"What? So you're diary shows you what I do every ten minutes?"

Mikoto spoke up, crossing his arms. He thought you were crazy. In his head he was saying, "this bitch is crazy."