"All three of you, step away now" A sharp voice thundered behind us
We turned instantly
Three police officers were approaching fast
Faces tense
Hands hovering near their weapons
"This area is restricted" One of them barked pointing at us
"Leave now"
None of us moved at first
My eyes were still glued to the word
Spectra
written in blood
Before I could react, a rough hand grabbed my shoulder
"I said get out of the room"
"Wait a second" Riko shouted
"Ginso didn't do anything"
But the officer ignored him
Shoving us one by one down the hallway
Miyoko tried to speak
"Sir, please there is something we need to—"
"Not your concern" he cut her off
"Leave now before we detain you"
We stepped out of the room
Red warning lights flashing across the corridor
Police radios crackling loudly
"Fourth floor partial lockdown
Unit Three check the east wing"
I kept backing away
Unable to pull my eyes from the door
Afraid something might come out
Someone
Someone carrying a black bag
When we reached the elevator
The officer opened it and pushed us inside
"Go home and don't come back"
The doors closed
And the elevator descended
Silence
Thick
Heavy
Like the air itself had frozen
Riko looked at me, voice trembling
"Ginso are you okay?"
I didn't answer
The elevator walls felt like they were closing in
And the same whisper kept echoing in my mind
The vision
The man
The blood
Spectra
Miyoko stood quietly in the corner
Still
Unmoving
Her eyes narrowing with a strange tension
Not fear
Not shock
Something deeper
Like she was thinking about something she already knew
When the doors opened at the ground floor
We stepped out
And Riko exhaled sharply
"Okay seriously what even happened up there?"
Then he turned to me
"Ginso, what does 'Spectra' even mean? Have you seen it before?"
I shook my head slowly
"No… never"
Then I looked at Miyoko
She was leaning against the wall
Her eyes fixed on the floor
Searching for words
I stepped closer
"Miyoko
You… know something
I can feel it"
She lifted her head
For the first time since the incident
I saw conflict burning in her face
She parted her lips to speak
But stopped
Glanced down the hallway
Then back at me
"Ginso
We shouldn't stay here"
"Why?"
"Because… this place isn't safe anymore"
Before I could ask
We heard footsteps approaching
Fast
Steady
Precise
We turned
A police officer was walking toward the elevator
Toward the fourth floor
But what made my heart stop—
Was the man walking behind him
Tall
Thin
Wearing a long black coat
The same
The same man
"Ginso" Miyoko whispered sharply
"Don't look at him"
But I couldn't help it
My eyes locked onto his face
It was shadowed
The dim corridor hiding most of his features
But for a single moment
Just one brief turn of his head
His eyes
Only his eyes
They looked at me
Directly
As if they knew me
I stumbled back
My breath caught in my throat
Riko shouted
"Ginso, what's wrong?"
But his voice was distant
Fading
Miyoko rushed forward
Her hand gripping my arm with a strength I had never felt from her
"Ginso move
Now"
She pulled me
Pulled Riko
Dragging us toward the emergency exit
All I could hear was my heartbeat
Loud
Chaotic
When we stepped into the cold air outside
I bent forward, gasping
Riko asked, voice shaking
"Ginso… do you know that guy?"
I lifted my head
My eyes still trembling
"His eyes
Riko
He looked at me
Like he already knew who I was"
The truth
The one I had been avoiding
The one the visions were whispering
And the blood had written on the wall
I couldn't run from it anymore
I turned to Miyoko
Her eyes held something I couldn't name
Fear
Or knowledge
Or both
I swallowed
"Miyoko
You said he was just a criminal
But that man
He looked at me
As if he knows me"
She raised her head
Held my gaze for a long moment
Then said
"Ginso
He doesn't know you
But…"
She paused
"But what?"
I whispered
She closed her eyes
As if gathering courage
Then said
"But it seems
he is tracking the Seers"
"The… Seers??"
The word left my lips like a hollow echo
Barely mine
Miyoko stood in front of me for a long moment
Then spoke in a soft, confessional tone
"Ginso
What you saw today wasn't an illusion"
The air thickened around me
Yet I waited
"There are people in this world
Who see glimpses of possible futures
Not the future itself
Just one path
One outcome among countless ones"
"Are there really people like me?"
I muttered
I remembered the street vision
7:05
Nothing happened
She continued
"Some possibilities never come true
Sometimes your mind shapes a path under stress
A path that could happen
But lacks the strength to become real"
My heartbeat quickened
She continued
"Most Seers see fragments
Broken images
Faint sounds
Distorted scenes
Often meaningless
And in most cases
Nothing ever happens"
Her eyes lifted to mine
Filled with something like fearful astonishment
"But you, Ginso
You don't see fragments
You see a whole
One possibility
In full detail"
A shiver traveled down my spine
"But the hospital vision came true"
I said weakly
She nodded slowly
"Because that possibility was strong
Stable
Bound to occur
And so it unfolded exactly as you saw it"
I exhaled shakily
"So… do my visions always come true?"
She shook her head
"No
Your street vision proves that
You don't see the future
You see a possible path
One that may or may not happen"
She stepped closer
"But what makes you different
Is that your visions are clear
Complete
Detailed
Something no other Seer can do"
A weight pressed onto my shoulders
Heavy
Cold
Real
"Does that mean I'm seeing a part of the future?
If so… how am I supposed to live with that now? and what does spectra mean"
Miyoko didn't answer immediately
Her eyes flicked over my shoulder
A sharp alert glance
As if she sensed movement in the shadows behind us
Then she whispered
"Ginso
Before you learn how to deal with your visions…
You should be worried about something else"
I stepped back
My pulse racing
"Something else?
What do you mean?"
Miyoko lifted her head slowly
Her voice trembling at the edge of fear
"Someone out there… knows you can see possibilities"
My blood froze
I turned slightly
My gaze dragging toward the darkness behind us
Searching
Instinctively
For the man
The one in the black coat
The man whose eyes
felt like they had been
watching me
since the very beginning