Emery is a young woman who lives in the coastal city of Portland Maine. She works as a courier in the city, delivering packages on her motorbike. It is a sleek matte cobalt street demon. A Ducati Monster.

One might wonder how a city courier could afford such a bike, but she doesn’t talk about that.

Emery comes from ‘Old Money’. Old money meaning what was left behind when her con man father was found in the trunk of a car pulled out of the ocean.

He left her a fortune. Money she never really cared to have, that just sits in her bank while she just tries to exist, day to day. More than enough money to do whatever she wanted, if only she knew what that was.

She lives in a nice duplex near old town right on the coast, the small balcony on her second floor flat looking out to the sea. It’s full of things she didn’t need, the occasional, “retail therapy” in tech shops and obscure antiques.

She doesn’t know where she wants to go, or what to do with any of it. So she’s just going to keep living how she was before, and if anyone asks, she tells them the same thing.

“I get by.”