The Captain's Runaway Genius In Disguise

I was just a cleaner making fifteen dollars an hour, scrubbing floors to hide from a past that haunted me.

But when I walked into a billionaire's pristine penthouse, the suffocating visions hit me again. I saw a woman brutally murdered in a room that had been bleached spotless.

I called 911, and that brought the one man I had spent three years running from right to my door: NYPD Captain Kelvin O'Brien.

The patrol cops wanted to lock me up because I found the hidden blood too fast. To avoid a psych ward, I had to pretend my horrific supernatural visions were just brilliant deductive logic.

I had to physically endure the phantom sensation of the victim's throat being crushed and poison burning her stomach. All while Kelvin cornered me, demanding to know why I abandoned him and my title as the department's greatest asset, "The Oracle."

I didn't want to look at dead bodies anymore. I didn't want to feel their agonizing deaths. Why couldn't they just let me disappear?

But when the victim's wealthy husband walked into the precinct with a smug smile, ready to get away with murder, I couldn't stand it.

I forced myself to relive the victim's dying moments, guiding Kelvin to cut open her decomposed stomach to find the diamond ring she had swallowed.

"We have your blood inside her stomach."

His perfect alibi was shattered. But when we found an underground syndicate token hidden in his wallet, I knew my quiet life was over.