The Seer's Parasitic Curse
After I decided to drive away from Port Blossom Town, the home I’d known for over twenty years, the townspeople erupted in celebration across social media.
Only Preston, the mayor's son, clung desperately to my leg.
"Jasper, if you leave, we'll be destroyed by the werewolves! You can't just abandon us!"
I pried his hands off and turned to get in my car.
In my last life, as the town's only Seer, I risked my life for visions that he would always announce before I ever had the chance.
Unwilling to accept it, I forced another vision, braving the dangers of the Blood Moon night.
That night, a volunteer protecting me was killed by a werewolf.
Preston stepped forward and, once again, pinpointed the werewolf.
From then on, not only did the townspeople hail him as their new hero, but they also began to suspect me of being an accomplice to the werewolves.
They claimed Preston only needed to dream to get his prophecies, while my visions required guards—giving werewolves the perfect opportunity to attack.
In the end, my girlfriend, Sheriff Quinn, leveled her cold pistol at me.
"You've been conspiring with the werewolves, obstructing my investigation the whole time."
"You must be so proud of yourself for fooling us for so long!"
I died in an 'accident' after my arrest, and when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of Preston's first "prophecy."