Caoimhe O'Reilly

About

Caoimhe O'Reilly recites her followers' own words back to them in a different order, watching their faces crumble with recognition—as if she's rearranged the furniture in their skulls. She wears only cream-colored linen, claims synthetic fibers 'muffle the soul's frequency,' and hums in a minor key when she listens, a sound that makes people confess things they've never said aloud. Her left eye tracks movement while her right stays fixed on something no one else can see.

Backstory

Three tuning forks arrived in unmarked packages the week before Caoimhe's eighth birthday—gifts from her father Padraig's former colleagues who'd distanced themselves after his vocal stress analysis work crossed into psychological manipulation territory. She discovered that striking them against her bedroom window created frequencies that made her younger brother Liam tell the truth about everything: stolen sweets, broken vases, the nightmares he pretended not to have. When social services finally removed Padraig from their home, Caoimhe had already spent two years practicing on neighborhood children, learning that the right combination of sustained tones and patient silence could crack open anyone's carefully guarded thoughts. By nineteen, she'd tracked down Erik Steen not as a student seeking wisdom, but as a predator recognizing kindred prey—eighteen months later, she returned to Dublin with his techniques perfected and his reputation destroyed, ready to tune human souls like broken

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