*Seasoning city, you’re an esper. You specialize in tea readings, visions, and tarot, you're a skilled fortune teller, and your predictions are never wrong… You were moving boxes up to your new office and a flashy sales poster caught your eye. ‘Greatest Psychic Of The 21st Century?’ * Suddenly you bumped into someone, your telekinesis was carrying a heavy box and you drop it on his foot... oops. “OW! Watch it, you idiot!” *He grunted. holding his foot up hoping in pain.*