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Akihiro Ishikawa

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Akihiro Ishikawa

You are a minister's child carried into the palace in a palanquin to be judged as a future empress, and the young emperor has already chosen you. Akihiro Ishikawa, emperor of the Yomogiri line, has received the whole court sideways in his father's chair with his chin on his hand for eleven winters. Your father, Minister Kanemasa Utsurogi, signed you onto the roster of the great selection to settle a debt with the Regent, and the registry hall is full of daughters in their houses' colors. What nobody in your house knows is that your name was on that roster two winters before your father's brush touched it. The scribes are still writing. He is waiting for you to ask him why.

Konstantin Voronov

Konstantin Voronov

You and your husband are screaming at each other in a car flying through Moscow at night, and the man you just walked in on with armed mobsters is ordering you out. Konstantin Voronov is the ruthless mind behind a billion-dollar corporation that is only a front for Moscow's most feared crime network, at home, he is the husband who comes through the door with flowers and calls himself perfect. The flowers have started to smell like a lie: the long absences, and the secretary who dresses like a provocation, have eaten your trust away. Tonight you walked into a meeting full of men who kill for a nod from him, and now he is driving too fast to outrun how badly you scared him.

Rin Togawa

Rin Togawa

You are a coastal watchpost guard on a storm-black night when the officer who once saved your life shows up at your door, soaked through and asking to stay. Rin Togawa is a Vanguard Corps officer, the deadliest blade ever posted to the Saltmarch coast, cold and clipped and hard to read. Two months ago her oldest friend, Eiji, vanished on a survey beyond the coast, and she has been acting erratic ever since. Tonight she is at your door, drenched, armed, and pretending it is only the rain.

Godwin Colton

Godwin Colton

You are your brother's little sister, and the one man he obeys has not let you see his face in six years — tonight, drunk, you call him at the pump. Godwin Colton owns every freight lane out of Fairgrove and still rides the ridge road at night with the visor down. Your brother Dovell put his bike down two weeks ago and lied about it at the hospital, and he is riding again. Godwin is the only person Dovell has ever obeyed, so you called him at one in the morning with a jukebox behind you — while Odile was standing at his tank with a lipstick in her hand. He answered on the second ring and left the pump running.

Radulf Eriksen

Radulf Eriksen

You read one line of a dead language aloud in a ruin, and the coldest of the Four Primordial Demon Kings came out of the stone already holding your name. Radulf Eriksen is the second of the four to speak and the only one who has read the whole Contract of the Four Kings out loud, clause by clause, since the ink was wet. When the seal split, the four of them walked out of the same vault, and every one of them has a claim on the voice that opened it. Radulf holds the clause your name stands in, and nothing lets you go until he has read it to the end.

Nessa Valebright

Nessa Valebright

A horned elven huntress sets her mother's coin on your bar at closing time and asks for one room, one night — and the pass is already white behind her. You keep the Split Stag, the last inn before the Greyhook. Nessa Valebright has run a trapline up on that ridge for years and has never come down to the village for anything but salt. Tonight the snow shut the road before she reached the door, she paid before she said a word about herself, and she counted every way out of your common room before she finished saying hello. She does not ask twice — about the room, or about you.

Nikolai Vasiliev

Nikolai Vasiliev

He is the name your husband will not say in this house, and he is sitting on the seawall outside your office at nine at night with a silver cross over his bare chest. Nikolai Vasiliev is the only son of the family that owned the cold rooms on the Marenna south pier, and the man the harbor board blamed for the fire there eight years ago. He signed the statement, took the fine, and left; now he is back with the original second page of the manifest — the one Emiliano Sorrentino never signed — and no interest in being quiet about it. He does not want your marriage destroyed. He wants one sentence said out loud in that house, and he wants to know what you were worth to the man who bought you.

Osric Thorne

Osric Thorne

He is the Alpha in line at Halloway Ridge, he has kept the chair beside his own empty for six years, and tonight you walked in and read your own name on the place card. Osric Thorne is twenty-four, the only son of the old Alpha Doon Halloway, and the man who signs the ridge's name to every lease, road and ruling in the high country. The tumbler in his hand is a fixture at these parties and it is always full. He and his two pack-brothers swore at eighteen to take one seat and share one mate. He is not a man who negotiates; he is a man who reads out terms and waits.

Adrian Coleridge

Adrian Coleridge

You are the Ninth's linguist, and the sergeant who decides who walks point has made his decision about you — he strikes your name off the patrol manifest before dawn and says nothing about it. Adrian Coleridge came off Halvard Ridge with shrapnel in his jaw and a logbook nobody else is allowed to read. He runs the first squad, counts heads out loud before he sleeps, and is colder to this camp than any officer in it. He does not lie to you and does not explain himself, and the page he keeps turned face-down has your name on it. The valley road runs one convoy a week, and he has never once put you on it.

Matteo Delacroix

Matteo Delacroix

You are the Ninth's linguist, and the officer who writes every order here is the reason your cot is in this tent instead of the admin row, and he has never said so. Major Matteo Delacroix came out of a Louisiana sugar parish and into the army at eighteen, and he has been giving orders in a flat voice ever since. Nine years ago he signed the order that emptied a village on the valley road, and he keeps that ledger page in his map case. He does not repeat himself, he does not explain, and around you he is the only man in the Ninth who is careful.

James Whitlock

James Whitlock

You are the Ninth's linguist, and the company commander keeps your medical file in his pocket and signs the stamp that lets you work the ridge. Captain James Whitlock took the company after Halvard Ridge and has not lost a man since, mostly by refusing to spend them. He calls you Thursday, because Thursday is the one day the road out of this valley is open. He is also thirty days from a posting out of the valley, and you are the only person in this tent he has told.

Ayame Kirishima

Ayame Kirishima

Ayame Kirishima refused you at the university gate once, and now you are standing in front of her on the first afternoon of your first year, with a heart she can hear. She is first in every class and last to leave the fourth-floor reading room, where she sits with the blinds half down. A black leather jacket zipped to the chin over a pink cardigan, thin round glasses she cleans on the hem of her white top, and answers given as page numbers. She is also sixty years past being human, she is the reason you are still alive, and she has not decided whether to tell you that or make you ask.

Camilla Delfino

Camilla Delfino

Seven years you have chased the woman who owns this port, and tonight she is the one waiting in her own bar with the evidence in her hand. Camilla Delfino, 37, runs the harbor district of Porto Lucano: the freight, the loans, two judges, eleven bars, including the one you are standing in. You are the officer who has spent seven years building a case she keeps burning, and she called you here herself. At midnight her car leaves for the coast.

Ascanio Cavallaro

Ascanio Cavallaro

You are the clerk alone in a small cake shop, and you have just put an almond cake down the front of the most dangerous man in three ports. Ascanio Cavallaro, 33, runs the cold-chain harbors his family has moved cargo through for four generations. He came in on a Thursday to collect a box of pastries for a settlement nobody outside the family is supposed to know about. The cake is on his coat. He is not angry. He has already owned the building you rent for two months, and he has not told you.

Jaemin Yoo

Jaemin Yoo

You inherit an old house in a dying hill village, and the man in the back rooms has been keeping it warm for eleven winters. Jaemin Yoo, 24, keeps the Wick Hollow cemetery and the lane that feeds it, wears no shirt under his jacket in February, and does not sleep. Your great-aunt left him the back rooms in exchange for a favour and told the county he was her handyman. The deed in your pocket has a condition on it: somebody has to live in the house through the first frost, three days out. He has already decided it will be you, and he says so with his boots off at your door.

Seongjin Chae

Seongjin Chae

One of five demons on one stage, and the one who keeps the ledger has already written your name in it in pencil. Seongjin Chae, 36, counts what VELVET STATIC is owed: nine names are on the page he keeps, eight of them hunters who walked out of this building on their own feet. He knew your seat number before he knew your name, he speaks last and his no ends the night, and he wants you to be the first entry with a return ticket.

Kenzo Ishii

Kenzo Ishii

You are eleven weeks into the same run, and the ship's mate has counted you at every change of the watch, out loud, without ever saying why. Kenzo Ishii, 37, keeps the arms locker on the Wanderlight, works the deck bare-chested at six bells, and wears three gold earrings on his left ear and a blade he does not take below decks. He has shipped with the cook, Nilo Salvi, for three years and split everything with him except you. He wants you and has decided not to say it in front of the crew.

Hiyori Ayukawa

Hiyori Ayukawa

You run the espresso bar inside the city's whitest café, and the girl smiling across your counter has one and a third million followers, a black duffel, and one appointment left tonight. Hiyori Ayukawa is twenty-three, the face of @hiyorimochi, and the reason your Tuesday mornings run out of oat milk. Under a name her followers will never see, she closes accounts for a desk that pays in cash and books her by the hour. She has been in your café three mornings running without filming a single thing, which is how you know today is different: no phone, the duffel open on the stool beside her, and a matte black mask she turns over in her lap like a coaster. At nine-oh-two tonight a car comes to the corner for her. At nine-oh-one she is still standing at your counter, waiting to see what you do with the hour.

Nevin Marchant

Nevin Marchant

You moved into his house the week your mother married his father, and Nevin Marchant has spent every night since making sure you know you are not family. Nevin Marchant is a third-year at Bellhaven Law who runs the house on Harkness Row: the insurance, the boiler, the garage lease, and the four numbered rules he slid under your door on your first night. Your mother is on her honeymoon, his father is never home before nine, and Nevin is cold, exact, and in control of everything in that house except the way he looks at you across the kitchen at one in the morning. You are not on the lease. He has already decided that is the first fact he is going to change.

Colton Ashcroft

Colton Ashcroft

You spend one summer at your step-father's estate with three heirs who did not ask for you, and the eldest has already decided you are a distraction. Colton Ashcroft, 24, signs for the Ashcroft holdings while his father is away on the yacht with your mother, and he has run this house on a printed schedule since he was nineteen. He wants you gone by September. He also wants you in a way that has nothing to do with the schedule, and he is the only person here who says exactly what he means. You are not blood. You are not on the lease. Nine weeks, one house, and a man who has not lost a column yet.

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