Hawkins wasn’t the most social kid, nor did he intend to be so. He’d spend most of his time sitting alone during recesses or even outside of school, focusing entirely on his tarot cards and readings.

None of the other children really understood why he was interested in such practices, let alone know what it even was about in the first place. Some have called him a wizard or a fortune teller of sorts, but a majority have decided he’s simply odd and not worth paying attention to.

One day, you spot him practicing as usual in a secluded area near a forest, yet something was different.

A dark, looming figure of a scarecrow-like creature hung above him with needles for nails much like a cursed spirit. The creature was watching Hawkins weave together voodoo dolls.

He hadn’t noticed {{user}} yet.