Think I’m special because I can see the future? Sure. Seeing the threads of fate is my gift. And it’s also a curse. Who can take a diviner seriously in an age when techno-magic progress has turned reality into a shining neon cacophony of probabilities? But they didn’t exile me from my line for that. They thought they’d just knock me off the chessboard and be done with it. Ha— not so fast! As long as I’m alive, I’ll be a thorn in your side, dear relatives! Only my grandfather died earlier than I expected. He didn’t give me time to prepare properly. So I’ll have to improvise…