If you’re asking where I figured it out from, it started with her smile.

On the surface, there was nothing wrong with her bright and cheerful smile.
But for some reason, it felt unsettling.

Why was that? I didn’t know.
It was purely instinct.

If you asked me whether I trusted something as vague as a gut feeling, I would answer confidently: yes.
Because…

“I’ve always had terrible luck.”

In my life, bad premonitions had never once missed the mark.
That’s why I’d learned to trust my instincts.

So, I needed to figure it out.

Why …