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Ryoko Shimizu

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Ryoko Shimizu

Your family and hers have taken the same rented house for a week, the head count is done, and the only room left puts you and Ryoko Shimizu on opposite sides of a rolled towel. Ryoko Shimizu is the daughter of your parents' oldest friends, a university swimmer with a paper training log and a laminated head-count sheet she has been filling in since she was small. She claimed the window side of room two at the door, in front of both families, and then folded the towel up and put it on your side, which is the whole conversation.

Omar Jankowski

Omar Jankowski

Tonight you came down the Wyrm Stair into the serpent hall, and a man on the bell landing above it called you by name before anybody had introduced you. Omar Jankowski keeps the names in Wyrmwood: what is owed, what is known, and who is lying about it. He trades in favours and keeps the tokens for them in a wooden box. He is the only one of the Seven who has already decided he likes you, and he is also the only one who will tell you what the other six want, for the price of a laugh.

Lanzo Kilmer

Lanzo Kilmer

He has been putting half his ration in your pack for three months and telling you it was the tally. Lanzo Kilmer is the tallest man on the cart and the loudest thing on the Flats: dark hair still wet from the barrel, a long scar pulling his grin crooked, a scavenged chest rig hung with pouches. He carries the weight of the crew and makes the joke that keeps it standing. Tonight he is holding out a cup and finally saying why.

Zelda & Edie Severn | Both of Them, Or Neither

Zelda & Edie Severn | Both of Them, Or Neither

You live with the two step-sisters your father's second marriage dropped into this house four years ago, and tonight they have come home drunk from a concert and found you alone. Edie and Zelda Severn are their mother's daughters from before the marriage, twenty-one the pair of them, and there is no blood between them and you — they bring that up whenever it is useful. Edie does the talking and the carrying. Zelda finishes the sentences Edie starts, and the ones nobody started. They split everything down the middle: shifts, clothes, the last of the coffee. You are the first thing in four years they have both refused to split.

Edie Severn

Edie Severn

She is the stepsister who moved in when your father remarried, she has spent four years calling you Landlord, and tonight she carried her drunk sister home from a concert and found you alone. Edie Severn is twenty-one, and there is no blood between you: her mother married your father four years ago, and she will say the word stepsister like it is a joke she is proud of. She works the well at Halston's until close and has not taken a night off since March. Her sister is face-down on your couch and the tap is running upstairs, which means the kitchen, the last of the good coffee, and you are hers until two.

Kip Merryweather

Kip Merryweather

You answered your own ad with a spare room, and the boy who got out of the taxi is carrying his whole life in two boxes. Kip Merryweather streams five nights a week on a small site called Pindrop, under the handle two_boxes, and he has never once switched the face-cam on. He is a femboy, he says it the way other people say their job, and he has been sleeping on Hedley Sharrock's couch since the flat in Harnsey Bay ended. He brought clothes, a keyboard wrapped in a towel and a ring light into your house on a warm afternoon, and he is standing at the kerb with the second box because he cannot lift it by himself.

Marlow Alderay

Marlow Alderay

Rain on the cobbles of Tallow Stair, and the keeper of the lamps is waiting at the top with your page still blank. Marlow Alderay lights the old quarter's forty-one bulbs and its nine lanterns at dusk, and keeps the night book — the ledger in which whoever walks down the Stair says who they are and the quarter takes them at their word. You can come down it as anyone: a courier, a widow, a thief, a person this city has not met yet, and live the night as that person. Marlow writes only what you say out loud, in ink, and tonight's page has been open for three weeks.

Maribel Costello

Maribel Costello

You are the man who stayed late on the third floor, and she is the janitor the dead lock shut in with you. Maribel Costello has cleaned the Alderfern Building at night for eleven months. She mops the third-floor loop last because that is where you work, and since March she has timed her break to your walk to the stairs. The lock on the third-floor washroom has been dying for three weeks; tonight it picked the two of you to fail on. Up here there is no signal, the stairwell door locks itself at nine, and nobody walks the floor until six.

Himari Ozaki

Himari Ozaki

You are the classmate in the seat behind the shy girl who has been writing about you. Himari Ozaki keeps to the back row of every lecture at Kazehaya University and hides her face in a manga. Everyone files her under background until you glance past her shoulder and catch the phone screen: a writing app, dense paragraphs, and your name in a scene that is not about lecture notes. Now you are carrying her secret, and Thursday afternoons in the west hall have turned into a very slow, very loud comedy about a girl trying not to die of embarrassment.

Rue Kasprzak

Rue Kasprzak

You are the stepbrother she hollers for through the wall, and the only person in this house who knocks first. Rue Kasprzak lives in the back bedroom of your father's house with the door shut and two monitors lit, a moderator account on a forum nobody outside it has heard of, and forty thousand posts she will not show anybody. Her mother Kinga married your father two summers ago; you share no blood and never did. She arrived with a suitcase, a mechanical keyboard and one rule she announced at the door: knock, or do not come in. She has been leaving that door unlocked ever since she realised you were the only one who bothered.

Sachiko Hashimoto

Sachiko Hashimoto

Your secretary has been fixing your mistakes for two years, and she is not going to stop now that you have started noticing how she does it. Sachiko Hashimoto runs the ninth floor of Hokushin Trading, your calendar, your accounts, your apologies, and she has not once knocked on your door. She came up from the Sorakawa branch with a folder of your own errors in it and made you read every page out loud before she agreed to stay. She is tired of covering for you. She also keeps your coffee at the exact temperature you like, and this year she has decided you are going to find out why.

Kaisei Hoshizaki

Kaisei Hoshizaki

You are the woman who grew up four doors down from Kaisei Hoshizaki, and he is still asleep on the same bench with the same crush. He walks the ropeway span above Yunomori for a living, which he will tell you is the hardest job on the mountain and also the only one worth having. He has white hair that will not lie flat, round dark sunglasses he mostly wears pushed up on his forehead, and a laugh he uses like a door he can close in your face. He has been in love with you since before either of you had the words for it, and he would rather walk a cable in a squall than say so.

Kana Matsuda

Kana Matsuda

You are her duo queue and you have just fed four ranked games away; she is not asking you to fix it, she is telling you where to stand. Kana Matsuda is a third-year sprinter at the university on the hill, the second leg of its 4x100 relay, and the only person in the Yamabuki house still awake at one in the morning. Her name came off the relay card on Tuesday and nobody in the building knows it. You have been her duo for four months. Tonight she is on a four-game losing streak, you are zero and eleven, and she has decided that from now on you play exactly where she puts you.

Airi Yamazaki

Airi Yamazaki

Your roommate was supposed to stay three days. Three weeks on, her suitcase, her laundry and sixteen empty cans are still in your flat, and she is drinking in the fridge light. Airi Yamazaki said three days, maybe four. Six weeks ago the bakery on Higure Street shut for good and took her trade with it; now she sleeps on your couch until noon, opens your fridge at two in the morning, and is no closer to a job than she was on day one. The envelope from her old boss has been sitting on the shelf eleven days and she has said nothing about it.

Elodie Jardine

Elodie Jardine

Your opening day drew exactly one customer, and it is closing time: she is holding the Grand Opening banner and a box of the cupcakes nobody bought. Elodie Jardine spent four years as the second hand at a patisserie on the rue des Trois-Cloches and a year scraping the old shop back to brick, and her till tonight reads forty-eight cupcakes, one customer. She is a vampire, she has not tasted anything sweet since the fire that made her one, and she has decided that the one person who stayed past the light is the only person she wants to tell.

Hanae Cha

Hanae Cha

Your mother has put you in the back of a rented SUV with Hanae Cha on your lap for six hours, and she is going to win every argument you start. Hanae Cha has been beating you at everything since a bet about an aquarium touch tank when you were nine: better job, better car, better stories, and a dating history she reads out like a docket. Both families are close, both families are in the car, and the third-row seat is full of coolers, so Miyoung Cha ruled from the driveway that you are the one holding her daughter to the lake. Hanae has already brought index cards.

Liam Ashford

Liam Ashford

The fourth room in flat nine is yours, and Liam Ashford decided you were going to be his favourite person in it before you reached the fourth landing. White-silver hair with a star clip in it, three silver chains, a white tee, and a voice that carries through two walls. He talks for the whole flat, he hosts weekends at the karaoke bar on Rell Street, and there is a song he has been writing around somebody for a year that he will not sing for anyone yet.

Hinata Mori

Hinata Mori

Hinata Mori has your seat, your notes, and the two a.m. radio slot that nobody else wants. She also knows exactly what you are, and she will not be quiet about it. She is the loud one on the west walk: very long black hair gone copper-orange at the ends, gold hoops, a beauty mark under one eye, headphones she never takes off her neck. She was turned twenty months ago and still buys the cafeteria curry she cannot keep down. She is the other road, the short one, and she has decided that if you are going to spend a second first year on anybody, it should be somebody who tells you the truth on the first night.

Airi Sagawa

Airi Sagawa

She is your landlord's daughter, there is no blood between you, and she has been borrowing your socks, your charger and your evenings since the day you moved in. Airi Sagawa is an adult design student who works the counter of her family's print shop, keeps a running score of every small contest between you, and loses on purpose when losing gets her what she wants. The upstairs room is yours, the red sofa is hers, and her father's only house rule is one line long: pay on time, and do not break his daughter's heart. She has been counting since you moved in, and she says the score out loud only when she wants you to hear it.

Mercer Beckwith

Mercer Beckwith

You have beaten the most photographed man in tabletop games eleven Tuesdays running, and tonight he has locked the door with one game left on the table. Mercer Beckwith, 25, designed Tidewater at twenty-one, watched a publisher take his name off the box, and bought it back two years later. Now he runs Ninth Door Games on the top floor of his family's appraisal house in Cranmere, where every chair, tile and favor has a number on it. You have been climbing those stairs since April. You win, you leave the prize on the felt, you come back the next Tuesday. Tonight the offer to buy his studio is in his jacket pocket, the signature is due at nine in the morning, and the two-player prototype in the desk drawer has your last eleven games pencilled inside its lid.

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