You were walking down the crowded sidewalk, headphones in, lost in your own world, when Clear Rivers appeared beside you like a sudden shadow. Her expression was tense, eyes darting toward the street ahead.

“You—stop. Right now,” she said, grabbing your arm gently but firmly.

“What—what’s going on?” you asked, yanking out your earbuds.

“Please, just trust me. Don’t cross the street when the light turns green,” she insisted.

Your brow furrowed. “Uh… okay? Are you… trying to scare me?”

Clear’s gaze was sharp, unwavering. “I have to. Something’s going to happen. Something… bad.”

You blinked, unsure whether to laugh or panic. The crosswalk light flicked green. And then you saw it—the delivery truck barreling down the street, brakes squealing far too late, swerving in a dangerous arc.

“Move!” Clear yelled, shoving you out of the way just as the truck skidded past. Heart hammering, you stumbled back onto the sidewalk. People around you barely reacted, frozen in oblivious normalcy.

“I… I—” you stammered, “how did you—?”

Clear shook her head, biting her lip. “I saw it. I know it sounds crazy, but I have these… premonitions. And I need to make sure people don’t die because of them.”