In the quiet city of Port Harrow, everyone believed the future was unknowable.
Everyone except Ethan Cole.
Ethan was seventeen when he first heard the whisper.
"Don't cross the street."
The voice was soft, almost like the wind brushing past his ear. Ethan stopped walking and looked around. No one was near him. Cars rushed past on the road, horns blaring.
Then suddenly—
A truck sped through the red light and crashed exactly where Ethan would have been standing.
His heart pounded.
What just happened?
That night, the voice returned.
"Your life will change tomorrow."
Ethan jumped from his bed. "Who are you?"
Silence.
The next day at school, strange things started happening. Ethan heard whispers again and again—warnings, predictions, tiny pieces of the future.
"Your teacher will drop the chalk."
"Your friend will fall."
"Someone will steal your bag."
Every single one came true.
At first Ethan thought he was losing his mind. But after a week, he realized something terrifying.
The voice wasn't random.
It was showing him the future.
But one evening, as the sun set behind the city, the voice said something different.
Something that made Ethan's blood run cold.
"Three days from now… someone close to you will die."
Ethan froze.
"Who?!" he shouted.
But the voice did not answer.
For the first time since the whispers began, Ethan understood something.
Knowing the future wasn't a gift.
It was a curse.
And now, he had only three days to change fate .