Chapter 1: The Vision That Changed Everything
"Ama, wake up! You're going to be late for university!" my mom's voice rang through my room.
I groaned, burying my face into my pillow. "Five more minutes, Mom," I mumbled.
No luck. She yanked the blanket off me, forcing me up.
I'm Ama Watson—just your average university student, except for one tiny detail. I get visions. Flashes of the future. But here's the catch—they're only right half the time. A gift? A curse? I still haven't figured that out.
I got ready quickly, heading downstairs for breakfast. "Morning, Mom. Morning, Dad."
"Morning, sweetheart," they greeted me warmly.
After eating, I slung my bag over my shoulder and left for university. It was just a short walk from my house, but as soon as I entered campus, my mood soured.
"Hey, weirdo," Mark sneered, stepping in front of me. "What's up? Haven't heard one of your fake future stories lately. Lost your magic touch?"
I clenched my teeth, gripping my bag tightly. "Move, Mark."
"Or what?"
"Or I'll break your jaw and knock your teeth out."
Mark only smirked, clearly entertained by my reaction. "Scary." He finally let me pass, still grinning.
Mark used to be my best friend. He was the only one who believed in my visions—until I predicted his mother's death. It happened just days later in a tragic accident. From that moment on, all I saw in his eyes was hatred. He blamed me. Maybe I blamed myself, too.
I pushed the memory aside and headed to my first class, settling into my seat. Just as I started to relax, everything around me faded into darkness.
Then, the vision hit.
A girl's terrified scream pierced my ears.
She was trapped in an abandoned room, a man in a black hoodie stalking toward her, a knife glinting in his hand. His face was blurred, but the girl—
Kayol. It was Kayol.
The vision snapped away, and I gasped, gripping the desk as reality rushed back.
I needed to find her. Now.
I shot up, ignoring the confused looks from my classmates. I ran through the hallways, searching desperately. Then—a scream echoed through the corridor.
Everyone turned toward the direction of the sound, panic setting in. I followed the crowd to the abandoned storeroom. The door was locked from the inside.
"Get the spare key!" my math professor ordered.
Minutes stretched into eternity before the door was finally unlocked. When it swung open, gasps filled the air.
A girl lay lifeless on the floor. Blood pooled around her. A knife was plunged into her chest.
But it wasn't Kayol.
It was Jade.
I stood frozen, my mind reeling. The room, the murder, everything matched my vision—except for the victim.
What the hell was happening?
Chapter 2: The Accusation
The atmosphere in the university was suffocating. The air felt thick, heavy with whispers and stolen glances. News of Jade's murder spread like wildfire, and Ama could feel the weight of every stare burning into her skin.
As she walked through the hallway, a sharp voice cut through the murmurs.
"Did you see the vision of Jade's death?"
Ama froze. Her breath hitched as she turned to face the one person she least wanted to see right now—Mark.
His piercing gaze locked onto hers, eyes filled with unspoken accusations.
"I..." She hesitated. No one was supposed to know.
Mark stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Don't lie, Ama. I know you saw something. You always do."
She clenched her fists. "Even if I did, it's none of your concern."
Mark let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "Of course it is. Because every time you have one of your so-called visions, someone ends up dead." His voice dripped with venom. "What are you, Ama? A witch? A curse?"
Anger flared in her chest. "Shut up, Mark," she hissed.
"You told me my mother would die." His voice wavered, the old wound still raw. "And guess what? She did. A week later, in a car crash."
Ama's throat tightened. "I never caused it. I only saw it—"
"And now Jade is dead." His words cut through her like a blade.
Ama held his gaze, unflinching. "I don't control the visions, Mark."
Mark scoffed, stepping back. "You should stop pretending to be innocent. One day, people will see you for what you really are."
He turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Ama standing there, fists trembling.
What if he was right?
Chapter 3: The New Stranger
Ama's head was still spinning from the argument as she walked home. Her thoughts were a tangled mess—Mark's words, Jade's lifeless body, and the vision that had led her to the storeroom.
Lost in thought, she didn't see the car speeding toward her until it was too late.
A sharp pull yanked her back just as the vehicle sped past, missing her by mere inches. Her heart pounded as she turned—her body pressed against a stranger's firm grip.
Deep, ocean-blue eyes stared back at her.
"You should be more careful," the man murmured, his lips curving into a smirk.
Ama swallowed, momentarily lost in the intensity of his gaze. "Uh… thanks."
"You're not welcome," he said.
She blinked. "Excuse me?"
The stranger chuckled. "You're not welcome unless you tell me your name."
Ama narrowed her eyes. "Ama Watson."
His smirk deepened. "A beautiful name for a beautiful lady." He released her waist, and Ama quickly stepped back.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Atlas Kace," he introduced smoothly. "I just moved here. In fact, I'm your new neighbor."
Ama gave him a suspicious look. "And how do you know that?"
Atlas grinned. "I visited your house earlier to greet my new neighbors. Saw your pictures on the wall."
She crossed her arms. "Stalker much?"
He laughed. "I prefer the term observant."
Ama sighed, shaking her head. "Well, thanks for saving me, I guess."
"You guess?" Atlas raised an eyebrow. "I did just stop you from becoming roadkill, you know."
Ama chuckled despite herself. "Fine. You have my gratitude, oh great savior."
Atlas placed a hand on his chest dramatically. "Ah, music to my ears."
Ama rolled her eyes but found herself smiling.
She had no idea that this man would soon become tangled in the dark web of her visions.
Chapter 4: Haunted Thought
That night, as I finally entered my room, my mind was anything but calm. I absentmindedly went through my nightly routine, but my thoughts were locked onto a single thing—Kayol, Jade, the hooded man, and Atlas.
Atlas Kace. The mysterious new neighbor who had entered my life just as my world started spiraling.
There was something about him. Something unsettling. A sense of familiarity that didn't make sense. His piercing gaze, his cryptic words—it felt like he knew more than he let on.
I sat on my bed, running my fingers through my hair. Exhaustion tugged at my limbs, but sleep didn't come easily. When I finally succumbed, the nightmare came.
That night, exhaustion weighed heavy on Ama's body. She fell onto her bed, barely having the energy to change into her pajamas.
As soon as her eyes closed, the vision took her.
She was in her bedroom. The air was thick, suffocating, as though unseen eyes watched her. The silence pressed against her ears, unnatural and eerie.
Something was wrong.
She tried to move but found herself frozen in place, paralyzed beneath the blankets. Her breath quickened as she saw it—a shadow standing at the foot of her bed.
It was a person.
No.
A woman.
Ama's blood turned to ice as the figure stepped forward, light spilling onto the face she knew too well.
Jade.
Ama's heart slammed against her ribs. "J-Jade?" Her voice was barely a whisper.
Jade's lips curled into a smile—a cruel, eerie smile.
"Did you miss me?" she whispered.
Ama tried to move, tried to scream, but her body wouldn't obey.
Jade raised her hand. Something gleamed under the dim light.
A knife.
Cold terror spread through Ama's veins.
Jade's eyes darkened. "It's not fair, is it?" she said, tilting her head. "Why was it me?"
Her voice distorted—becoming low, twisted, unnatural.
She climbed onto the bed, her movements slow, deliberate. Ama could feel the mattress dip under her weight.
"No," Ama choked out. "You're dead. You're—"
Jade placed a freezing hand on Ama's wrist, leaning closer. "Shh," she whispered. "Let's play a game."
She pressed the knife against Ama's skin—not to kill, but to hurt.
Ama felt the sharp edge slice into her arm, a slow, burning pain. She was bleeding.
It wasn't just a vision.
It was real.
Jade leaned in, her lips brushing against Ama's ear. "See you soon."
Then, darkness swallowed her.
Ama's eyes flew open with a gasp. She sat up, drenched in sweat, her pulse racing.
Her hands shook as she touched her arm—there was no wound. No blood.
Just a nightmare.
But then she looked at her wrist and froze.
There was a faint, red line.
A scar that hadn't been there before.
This was no ordinary vision.
Something was coming for her