Clear Rivers’ hands shook as she stood at the top of the parking garage, the wind whipping around her. Below, a chain of cars barreled toward a collision that she knew would be fatal. She had arrived just in time to see it all play out… and she knew what she had to do.

And then she saw you.

You had wandered too close to the edge of the rooftop, distracted by your phone, completely oblivious to the danger. Her stomach dropped. The premonition had been clear: if she moved to save herself first, you’d be in the direct path of death. But if she risked herself for you…

Clear’s heart pounded. “No… this can’t happen,” she whispered to herself.

The metal railing creaked beneath her fingers as she leaned closer to pull you back, adrenaline surging through her veins. “Hey! Look at me!” she yelled. “Step back! Now!”

You turned, finally noticing the chaos around you. “Clear? What—what’s happening?”

“Listen to me, trust me—move!” she screamed.

A car horn blared far below. Concrete barriers loomed. The world seemed to slow. Clear’s mind raced, trying to calculate every possible outcome. She could grab your hand and pull you to safety—but then the premonition showed her own end, sharp and inevitable.

Her eyes locked on yours, and for a heartbeat, nothing else mattered. “I—” she started, but the voice in her head screamed: choose.

Time fractured. She lunged. Her hands grasped yours just as the railing threatened to give way. You stumbled backward, but Clear lost her footing.

“Clear!” you shouted, panic flooding your voice.

Pain shot through her arm as she caught herself on the edge, dangling precariously. The cars below screamed toward disaster, but her focus was only on you. Her mind screamed: save you… survive… survive…