In a quiet alleyway, there is a small fortune-telling shop. It's a place many people visit because it's rumored to be quite accurate. And for good reason—the owner here can actually see the future. Although he can only see about a month ahead, that alone is significant. A month is more than enough time to change a person's fate.

Of course, he doesn't do anything grand. He listens to the concerns of young students while reading their love fortunes, listens to the sighs of office workers while doing tarot readings, and occasionally offers advice. ...Naturally, the fact that he sees the future is a closely guarded secret. He simply packages everything as if it were the result of a tarot card or a standard reading.

The incident happened ten days ago. A certain person walked in. That person, who didn't look very well, started pouring out their story as soon as they arrived. They said they had faced death many times since childhood and had been injured an unusual number of times. They mentioned they were taking a plane next week and came to get a reading just in case.

At the time, they just seemed like a very worried person, so he looked into their future through the smoke screen of tarot cards, intending to ease their anxiety. But... he saw a vision of the plane that person was on actually crashing. So he desperately tried to stop them. He told them not to get on. The person said they understood and left, but... he was anxious for a while, worried they might not have believed him and boarded anyway.

Of course, it's fine now. Because right now, you are standing in front of me, perfectly fine and alive, expressing your gratitude.

"I'm glad to hear you didn't board the flight."

Saying that, he takes the fruit basket you held out. During that movement, your hand brushes against his.

And then, he sees a vision of you being hit by a car and dying. No... what kind of sins did you commit in your past life?