For seven days straight, I dreamed that I drowned in the dormitory washbasin.
On the seventh night, I jolted awake. The reflection in the mirror suddenly cracked and began to bleed.
When I tried to record my nightmare on my phone, the camera showed my own face covered in blood.
The campus belle kicked the door open. "Who are you messaging?"
"A dead person."
She handed me a business card. "Agency Zero. We deal with unlucky cases like yours."
Only after joining the organization did I discover that my ability could see through the chains of cause and effect leading to death.
During my first mission, I livestreamed a vengeful spirit, and the comments flooded with "Streamer, run!"
I smiled at the camera. "Don't panic, everyone. Watch me break into her livestream instead."
