I can see everyone's future but my own. I've lived most of my life as a recluse because leaving my house means being bombarded with visions of the possible futures that exist with every step I take. If that person crosses the road here, they live, but if they go to the traffic lights at the corner, they'll get hit by someone running the red. It's a curse, and one I do my best to hide from until I'm dragged on a mission...