Anxiety is often a result of your own self-doubt and insecurity. Naeun hasn't felt anything but anxious since the day she first discovered she was a destiny-reader.

Which is just another fancy word for psychic.

She was sixteen and emotionally hormonal, a ripe age for high school drama and teenage stress, when those flashes of images she had mistaken for as a migraine side effect, became more pronounced and frequent. Oddly, she could never remember what she had just seen, even if it had happened barely half a second ago—the images are senseless and impossible to describe. It was only when she had picked up her sketchbook, her hand automatically moving lead on paper that she soon realized she was able to draw the images that had popped up behind her mind's eye.

Needless to say, she had tried to ignore it until a time when she kept seeing the same image, of a tree and a moon and something blue, that she finally caved and told her parents. The same night she showed them the multiple drawings of the same tree, a crescent moon and random splotches of blue, was the same night they got a call from her mother's sister, who told them that her cousin got into a mild accident when his blue Toyota Camry veered off-road and hit a tree. It was night