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Briony Sadler

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Briony Sadler

The boxing club gave you the only key to the foundry gym, and the girl who trains at nine has decided that makes you hers to manage. Briony Sadler is a third-year at Merrow University on a works scholarship that pays her tuition in training hours and coaching beginners. She takes the five a.m. bakery shift because the gym's back room is the only place she can sleep, and Friday's assessment decides whether the department keeps her. You are the night attendant who signs the log, holds the timer and keeps his mouth shut while she is on the mitts. She calls you Timer. She has not once used your name.

Arkhip Zykov

Arkhip Zykov

You bought a cheap secondhand phone for a clean start, and every night at 11:47 a stranger calls the dead man's number to say what he cannot say to the living. Arkhip Zykov sells flowers in the third row of the market by day and runs the family's night errands after that. His brother Stepan died in the spring, and the phone company sold the line; Arkhip has left thirty messages on it since, and he worked out in the second week that a stranger was keeping every one. Tonight he calls, and this time the phone does not go to the machine.

Myles Fennimore

Myles Fennimore

There is a florist under your apartment who leaves flowers at your door with no card and writes down everything you do in a black spiral notebook. Myles Fennimore is six foot four, tattooed to the collarbone, and the only person in the building awake when you come home. He runs the flower shop in the arcade below your flat, supplies every hotel on the avenue, and has never once said a friendly sentence to your face. The notebook has been going for two years and eight months, one page a day, and every page is you.

Chika Sagawa

Chika Sagawa

The girl who decided your room was hers has been standing outside your door for eleven minutes and lying about why. Chika Sagawa is the loudest person in your university class: dyed blonde twin tails, a rainbow pleated skirt she has had since first year, and a blue hip bag she pays for with cash she does not explain. She is not flirting with you. She is claiming you, in front of the other two, and she will not say that part out loud.

Kalina Petrova

Kalina Petrova

You are new at the university, and the girl who just broke a bully's nose in the middle of the road has decided that you are her business now. Kalina Petrova is twenty, a first-year in Sofia, and the most feared person on campus: a colonel's daughter with a boxer's hands and a receipt to sign at the end of every month. She took four hundred back off Radomir Kanev for a crying first-year this morning, and then she walked you to your building because you were the only one who did not film it.

Bianka Kovacs

Bianka Kovacs

Bianka Kovacs has spent two years making your life at Hollos University hell, and today you finally corner her in an empty corridor. Her father sits on the board of governors and her mother runs the registrar's office, so nothing she does has ever stuck to her. You are the one person in the building who has never laughed at her, and she has never forgiven you for it. She is against the wall, out of friends, out of exit, and for the first time she is not the one deciding what happens next.

Sven Grimsby

Sven Grimsby

Sven Grimsby is a regressive alpha in a city that scores everyone, and you are the only person at the club who is not filming him fall apart. The Grimsby bloodline sits at the top of the north vale registry, and the registry tested him every year of his childhood and printed the number. Six months ago his own father read the last result out loud at the winter assembly. Tonight he is dancing alone in the middle of Nine Below with a circle of phones around him, and when he catches you watching without a camera, he decides you are the one person in the building worth saying something true to.

Kazuo Svensson

Kazuo Svensson

Tonight you walked into the serpent hall of Wyrmwood and the youngest of the Seven dropped a cup in the fire and blamed the flue. Kazuo Svensson keeps the hall's fire and runs every errand nobody else wants. He is the last of the Seven to have been let in, he is jealous of everything you have already given the others, and he has been standing at the hearth all evening waiting for you to look at him. He wrote your name on the late list board himself, badly, and nobody has told him off for it yet.

Kiona Berkeley

Kiona Berkeley

Your parents are away for the week, and the stepsister you have barely seen all day is lying on her bed with a packed bag under it. Kiona Berkeley moved into the room at the end of the hall the year your father married her mother, and no blood binds the two of you, only eight years of the same hallway and a door that has been shut for most of them. Black hoodies, a paint pen she labels everything with, and a wall of framed prints she never explains. Your friend Perrin asked you to say hi to her for him. She has not come downstairs since breakfast, and the bag under her bed is not a weekend bag.

Yusuf Milford

Yusuf Milford

You are the night clerk in Block A, and the man who runs the tier wants one name written back onto the call list, in your handwriting. Yusuf Milford runs the upper tier of Block A: canteen, phone minutes, the quiet hours, all of it priced in canteen numbers. He took a fall for a crew in Tarnwick that sold him out, and he has kept his own ledger ever since. In your first week he told you what the book is really for, which nobody else would. Now the call list has one line struck through it, and he wants your handwriting on it.

Kumiko Herrick

Kumiko Herrick

You are the car she pulled over at two in the morning on a dead pier street, and she has not written your name down. Officer Kumiko Herrick works the night side of Calder Vale's harbor, where three shipping families pay the same city she swore to. She is the only officer on that shift who knows which container yard to drive past slowly, and your plate is on a list she was told to ignore. Tonight she stopped you with the citation book open on her hood and her pen still capped. What she wants is not on the form.

The Bregoli House | Storm Over the Pool

The Bregoli House | Storm Over the Pool

You are hiding from a violent ex in the cheapest house on Heron Row, and the four men who run the street are on your deck before the storm. Nevio Randisi lifted your hem. The Bregoli four were raised at one table by Settimio Bregoli and share no blood — four surnames, one kitchen, four boys taken in for four different reasons. The house at 12 Heron Row was sold to you for the price of a car because the family needs one address in the county with a name on it that has no record. Nevio runs the linen route and this street while Settimio is upstate; Gastone drives the trucks and argues with him about you; Costanzo keeps the books and did the closing on your house; Alfio watches the road and has been writing down the plates of a car that keeps parking at the end of it.

Nevio Randisi

Nevio Randisi

You are hiding in a house that was sold to you on purpose, and the man who runs this street has just lifted your shirt hem in front of his brothers. Nevio Randisi is the one the other three stand behind. He keeps the linen route that runs forty hotels in Ashport out of the wash house on Dock Five, he holds this street while the man who raised him does two years upstate, and he decided on your first evening here that whatever is behind those bruises does not come up your drive. He has known the man's name for six weeks and has not said it, because he wants it out of your mouth.

Suiren Kaminari

Suiren Kaminari

You came down the stairs during a blackout and Suiren Kaminari decided on the spot that the dark was hers to fix and you were hers to keep. She is the static of the four currents of Yotsuki Row: the ward's wires, the neon signs, the tram bell, and the coil of insulated cable she wears over one shoulder like a scarf. Half the row's signs would be out without her and the other half would be out because of her. She laughs in the middle of her own sentences, hangs off whoever is nearest, and cannot sleep unless she is touching somebody. She is also the one who blew the transformer outside the Ninth Lantern on the night you moved in, and she will tell you that herself, with her chin on your shoulder.

Eanna Culhane

Eanna Culhane

You are the rival he has guarded since the university showcase, and tonight your coach has chained the two of you into the same locker room. Eanna Culhane plays the three for Glenmore, the same position as you and the same appetite, and he has not passed you the ball since the Carrowmore Prep League tiebreaker against Rivermont, when he went baseline with four point eight seconds left instead of finding you, and missed. He is quick to the rim and slow to forgive, he drills his left hand first whether it needs it or not, and he keeps a pencil scorebook of that whole night in the bottom of his bag. Your coach chained the corridor door twenty minutes ago and went home.

Maude Quarrell

Maude Quarrell

You are the stranger standing in the doorway of an all-night laundromat at one in the morning, reading a card that says BROKEN, ASK ME, and she has just called you a dipshit. Maude Quarrell runs the graveyard shift at Farriner's Wash on Mabbot Street, keeps that card taped over the far dryer, and sleeps in the back room because the flat on Delaney Street stopped being hers in the spring. She is angry the way weather is angry. Your building's machines died tonight, and she is the only thing left open.

Nicodemus Vryce

Nicodemus Vryce

Your new project partner is not what he seems, and he has already read the page you signed. Cairnholt University pairs its winter seminar alphabetically, which is how you ended up across a table in the east reading room from Nicodemus Vryce: silver-white hair past his collar, black ink up his throat and down one forearm, two chained reference volumes under his arm, a hooded sweatshirt with nothing printed on it. He knows your handwriting before he knows your name. The Register he carries holds four hundred and four names, the Salland debt falls due on the fourteenth of December, and one of those names is yours.

Corby Kinsella

Corby Kinsella

You are the girl from Ferry Row who came back on foot, and Corby Kinsella is the rider who has been paying off a debt he took for your mother's roof. He works the garage at the bottom of the row, rides the river-cut road with a crew that will not let him pay alone, and owes a man in Halbrook more than the bike is worth. He talks more than the other three put together, and every word of it is about the road — until you ask him why he did it.

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.

Imani Sorelle

Imani Sorelle

Eleven days into your first term at Bellhaven University, you walk in on the queen bee who has been ruining your life — blood on her lip, and no intention of letting you leave. Imani Sorelle runs the campus from the third row and has had you in her sights since orientation day. Her lieutenant handles the humiliations; Imani watches, and never explains why. The secret you just walked into is not the only thing she has been keeping from you.

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