My name is Terra, and I'm a Psychic. I have visions, and I need them now more than ever. Of the twelve that escaped from Portiside Prison, one is back behind bars but the rest are still out there, desperate and all the more dangerous for it.
I need to focus, but things between me and my boss are spiralling dangerously out of control, and I'm starting to see my partner in ways I've never seen him before—ways I've never even considered. I need a moment of clarity, but a body's been found; our only lead being a single feather, black as night. Clarity can wait.
There's no rest for the wicked.