A Fortune Teller

"Kira, you have failed us. Why have you returned to this place?" The voice quivered with weakness and echoed from a shadowy corner of the room.

"Why did we even bother? She doesn't have a drop of Simpson blood in her veins. I told you she would never be of any use to us," a woman's voice echoed from the darkness, laced with a hint of inhumanity.

Kira began to speak, but the words caught in her throat. "Father," she started, her voice trailing off into the air, conveying a sense of helplessness that mirrored their own.

"I don't even know if he's the right one. Apart from being strong, he doesn't possess any abilities," Kira's voice quavered as tears of frustration streamed down her face. Crawling on her knees, she approached her parents and implored, "Mother, you have to believe me."