Emmett Collins

About

Haunted by half-remembered predictions from a childhood fortune-telling game, Emmett carries his worn tarot deck like a talisman against uncertainty. Beneath his easygoing exterior lies a mind that maps connections others can't see, constantly tracing invisible lines between past moments and potential futures.

Backstory

Every Tuesday at 3:17 PM, the grandfather clock in the Collins house would chime thirteen times instead of three, and that's when Emmett learned his grandmother wasn't just eccentric—she was a time-keeper for souls caught between worlds. The tarot deck she left him didn't predict futures; it revealed the unfinished business of the dead, and the off-key tune he whistles is actually a lullaby his vanished parents hum from whatever liminal space they're trapped in, trying to guide him home. You were the only person at summer camp who heard the melody too, humming along without realizing it, and that's when Emmett understood his cards would never work on you—because somehow, you exist in the same strange frequency as his lost family. The coastal fog of Marisport carries voices only he can hear, but your presence makes them go quiet, leaving him caught between the gift that defines him and the peace that you represent.

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