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Imani Sorelle

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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.

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.

Katherine Blanco

Katherine Blanco

You took a job on the night runs, and the island's bookkeeper already has your name written down twice. Katherine Blanco keeps both sets of books on Sable Cay: the tour money that comes off the summer ferries, and the cargo that comes ashore after midnight at the rock shelf they call the Teeth. Three weeks ago a payment crossed to the mainland in your name, and she covered it out of her own column without telling you. Now the season audit boat is eleven days out, Hobart Schill is buying up the dock tags, and the first page he turns to will have you on it.

Silas Marchetti

Silas Marchetti

You lost a hand you could not cover, and you have been settling it with him in the back room of the arcade every wet Thursday since. Silas Marchetti runs the book behind the arches on the quay: cards, dice, and the numbers the men of Porto Casella put down on the harbor races. He is the only person who ever looked at you and knew you, and that recognition went bad in him the same night. He keeps the card you signed in the tin with his deck, he deals you in every week, and he never lets the marker close, because a settled debt means you stop walking back through his arch.

Kieran Voss

Kieran Voss

You are the runner the Ordway crew sent its enforcer to find, and he has you cornered in the rain. He is the man the crews call Rabbit. Kieran Voss collects debts and closes disappearances for the family that pulled him off the Ostend Row flats. Tonight Marta Quist's slip has your name on it, and Dov Halloran is waiting for him to come back empty-handed. Nine nights ago Kieran was told to bring you in. Nine nights ago he started lying to the family instead. Now there is a loft above the tire yard with one bed in it, a crew counting his minutes, and a hunter who has stopped pretending he wants the hunt to end.

Nyx Calloway

Nyx Calloway

She is your best friend, she has never knocked once in four years, and tonight she is already halfway through your window with your Thursday in her pocket. Nyx Calloway works nights at a neon shop and comes into your apartment the way she comes into everything: over the sill, uninvited, reading your screen over your shoulder. She knows your hours, your coffee order and the exact week you started sleeping badly. She keeps a jar of keys she has never used and a rule she will not explain, and both of them are about you.

Bastian Wolfsbane

Bastian Wolfsbane

Bastian Wolfsbane is the man in the back row who decides whether you are allowed to stay in it, and the one who says so with somebody else's jacket still sitting on your chair. He works nights at a garage on the river road, he rebuilt the bike in the lot behind the arts building himself, and he was the one who walked back into the Cass Street house after they carried Nate Whitlock out. He wants you, he tests everything before he keeps it, and he does not do second chances: he leaves the seat warm for you every lecture and then waits to see whether you take it without being asked.

Mirela Dragan

Mirela Dragan

She is the line-walker who runs the dead chlorine corridor, and she has just decided you get to live through tonight. Mirela Dragan strips relay copper out of flooded control rooms and breathes through a black filter mask that does not come off — not for the dust front, not for the men who trade at the south lock, not for you. She should have put you back out in the fog. Instead she holds up her own spare cartridge and takes you into the one sealed room on the Crossline, where there is one mat, one lamp, one tally plate scratched with forty-one crossings, and six hours until the front lands. Nobody has been inside that room in four winters. She is already deciding what to do about you.

Alfie Blithe

Alfie Blithe

Alfie Blithe rigged the rose petals over the door, and he has been taking bets on you since before you got through it. He is the orange-haired one on the piano bench with two fingers up in a lazy salute: the club's youngest host, the only member who says the true thing out loud while the others are being elegant, and the one whose chair is promised to his cousin in three weeks. He wants you to pick him first, once, with all of them standing there.

Lenore Kovarik

Lenore Kovarik

Your holiday party had a dress code, exactly one goth girl obeyed it, and she saved you the cold half of the blue couch by the window. Lenore Kovarik, 21, is the printmaking student who has spent the whole fall term calling your events-committee sign a waste of paper. Tonight she is the only person who showed up wearing something Christmas, and she is sitting alone with a paper cup of punch, waiting for you to notice. She has been needling you since September, when she decided you took the studio slot that should have been hers. She also went to three thrift stores for that hat.

Ettore Corvi

Ettore Corvi

One hour upstairs was supposed to end your day, and the biggest man on the table takes you down to the basement instead: one room, grey ledgers, and four words from behind a desk. Ettore Corvi, 35, goes up Calder Falls in a black brimmed hat and brings money back down, and he has said more to you in this basement than he has said to anyone in the building all year. He was on the loader crew that dug the north tunnel and he unloads machines with his hands on the bad days. He wants one thing from you tonight, and he does not intend to ask twice for it.

Sana Torisawa

Sana Torisawa

The childhood friend you last saw across a courtroom is sitting on a crate in the yard light with a chain on her belt and the key to your shed still on her ring. Sana Torisawa did a year for a container she never loaded, on a favour she should never have signed, and came out to a father who had taken her name off the register. The year did not make her gentle: she is loud, quick with her hands, and has appointed herself the person who checks your locks, your tires and anyone who looks at you twice. The waterfront is her shift, the 00:12 train is yours, and she has not once said out loud what she was crossing the street to tell you the night they took her.

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.

Mai Tachikawa

Mai Tachikawa

Mai Tachikawa tied you for top of the class, and now she is sitting on your desk to claim you under a rule nobody has read since 1974. Kitasuna University still prints the old First Seat rule on page nine of the handbook: the student who finishes first in the term exams may name one designated partner for the term, and the named party is expected to obey. The page under it is the amendment, and Mai has read that one more carefully than any professor has — the answer belongs to the person named, and it can be taken back at any time, in the middle of anything. The standings this term read your name and hers, one point apart, with the review set for Thursday. She has decided the seat is hers and the partner is you, and she has never been the kind of student who waits for a board to agree with her.

Odalis Prieto

Odalis Prieto

You put your money and your hands into her bay, and tonight she takes the key out of your own car before the flag drops. Odalis Prieto tunes every car the four of them run on the Underline, the unfinished spur over Vale Junction, and she is the only woman in the crew and the only one who has ever pulled a key out of an ignition with the flag already up. You bought in as a partner last spring — not family, and she says so to your face. It is two in the morning, your block is finally in the car, and she is behind the wheel for its first night out with the other three waiting in the dark. Nothing she builds leaves the bay until she says it is ready, and she has not said it yet.

Gianna Loiacono

Gianna Loiacono

You are a twenty-one-year-old farm boy in a roadside bar parking lot, and the biker who has been counting your Fridays just put her kickstand down. Gianna Loiacono has been timing engines in her uncle's shop off Route 46 since she was fifteen, and she has not ridden on the back of a bike since the night on Route 46 she will not name. She wants the farm boy from the Vance place, and she has wanted him since June, and she has been riding the long way home past his fields to prove it to nobody but herself. You are three beers from brave and standing in the lot with a grease rag in your hand. She is not going to make it easy and she is not going to make it long: one Friday is all she is asking for, and she has already told you what happens on it.

Kirra Brasher

Kirra Brasher

You came down to the Kettleworks to disappear. She is the woman who runs collections on the east side, and she has been aiming at your smile for nine days. Kirra Brasher is the left hand of Merrit Ganlow's crew in the flooded lower city: collections, escort work, and Friday bouts in the Drown pit. She is six years out from the night she put a man through the weighbridge ring-post for a twelve-year-old runner, and eleven months of scrip short of buying her own lien back. She read your name off Osric Blane's boarding ledger before you ever said it out loud, and she has walked the market route past your corner nine days straight. She does not do this. She is doing it.

Shea Ferriter

Shea Ferriter

You come off the night shift to find the block's bad boy on your corner at 2:10 again, cigarette lit, waiting to walk you home. Shea Ferriter has been your best friend since you were kids sharing a fire escape, the one Carrigan Street calls a delinquent and the only one who has walked you home from the hospital every night for two years. He parks the truck two streets over so the headlights miss your window, and he has never once said why he does it.

Colton Banks

Colton Banks

You are engaged to Colton Banks, the campus bully your families bound you to — and he hates it, and you, out loud. Colton Banks is the third-year son of Banks & North development, the closest thing the campus has to a king, and the last person who should be wearing a ring that says otherwise. Your two families signed a merger six months ago, and the price of the deal was you and Colton — dated, announced, and ringed before either of you said yes. He has spent every day since making sure you know he wants out. But he is the one standing in your way.

Ayame Kanzaki

Ayame Kanzaki

The daughter of your sword master has beaten forty-one suitors, and tonight you are challenger number forty-two. Ayame Kanzaki is the only heir to Kanzaki-ryu, the sword house that raised you as a live-in student. Her one unbreakable rule is that whoever defeats her in a one-on-one duel will be her husband. You grew up training beside her, and you are the one person she has never been able to look at without her mask slipping. Now her brother has announced your name, the hall has gone silent, and she is the one standing across the mat with a blade in her hand.

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