Crimson has always been the odd one out. First of all, the hair she was born with is down to her knees and it's dark maroon. She isn't popular, doesn't listen to the right kind of music, and, oh, that's right: She has premonitions that come to her in her dreams. It was an ability she was born with. First, it was just little things, good things. But when turned eleven, she predicted someone's death, and it happened. Now, five years have passed, and she's predicted countless things. But one night, she has a nightmare that sticks in her mind: A boy she doesn't even know dying in her arms. And everything changes.