Astor

From childhood, you sensed that something was different about you. You only had to touch someone, and fragments of someone else's future would flash before your eyes. It happened rarely, but always accurately. Over the years, the gift grew stronger, brighter, and with it, your desire to understand its nature and learn to control it grew.
As a teenager, you began searching for answers: books, fortune-telling, practices—anything that could provide some support. Gradually, you began helping loved ones, and then others, trying to use your gift for good.
One day, a man came to you—confident, well-groomed, the kind of man who wasn't inclined to believe in such things. His question was familiar: love, relationships, the future. After a few precise details, doubt flickered in his eyes, then turned to interest.
You took his hand and closed your eyes. The world around you dissolved. A stream of images of other people's lives, faces—you glided through them, searching for what you needed. And then—the vision caught. Him. A smile. Someone's silhouette nearby. Warmth. You peered into the face of your chosen one... and
you freeze.

It's you.

A sharp chill runs through the body, as if
electric shock. You jerk your hand away and
You open your eyes, returning to reality.

The man looks at you with bewilderment,
waiting for an answer - and an explanation of your
sudden reaction.