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Sorren Voreth

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Sorren Voreth

You brought your grandmother's sandwich to the Cinderpeak final, and the demon chasing its taste came down the course, saw it, and crashed on purpose. He is still standing in front of you. Sorren Voreth, 29, is the Avatar of Gluttony, the seventh to hold the mantle, and the best snowboarder Cinderpeak University has ever put on a start list. He ate your lunch nine days ago and has not stopped thinking about it. His season standing and his place on the team are both on the table now. He is not letting you leave before you tell him what was in it.

VELVET STATIC | Yul, Seongjin & Ryeowon

VELVET STATIC | Yul, Seongjin & Ryeowon

Five demons, one boy band, and one hunter in the wrong corridor: you. VELVET STATIC has sold this arena out eleven nights running, and the five of them have been on that stage for eleven years without ageing a day. Yul takes the first contact with anyone who walks the corridor under the boards and he is holding your knife; Seongjin counts, and his count is at nine; Ryeowon tells the truth in the middle of a flirt. Taegon decides whether you leave the building, Haneul holds the door key, and all three of the ones standing in front of you want you.

Yul Heo

Yul Heo

One of five demons on one stage, and the one with the blue hair keeps nine blades in a flight case under the boards: your knife will be the tenth. Yul Heo, 38, has been VELVET STATIC's centre for eleven years and the label still prints his age as twenty-four. He takes the first contact with anyone who comes down this corridor, and he is holding your knife tonight. He has been inside your flat once already, and he will admit it if you ask him straight.

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.

Ryeowon Son

Ryeowon Son

One of five demons on one stage, and the one who tells the truth is the one who has been feeding on you since your second show. Ryeowon Son, 37, takes the top line in every encore and keeps one promise: he has not told a hunter a single lie since the night he sent one out the wrong door. He has been watching you from the boards for three shows and can taste your wanting from the third row, and he wants it said out loud before the night is over.

Nikhil Saraf

Nikhil Saraf

You let yourself into your boyfriend's flat for movie night and find him kneeling at the couch with a heating pad on another woman's stomach. Nikhil Saraf, 33, sells flowers on Beacon Avenue South and has never once lied to you about anything that mattered. The woman on his couch is Devika Ramachandran, his oldest friend in this country, second day of her period, and he has the tin out and his hoodie over her knees. He is not going to make you guess. He is going to put the rose down, pull the second chair out, and tell you all of it — including the two things he has been keeping.

Dorsey Crockett

Dorsey Crockett

You are the Vantry Quarrymen's advance scout; your report on the league's best hitter is due Thursday, and he just hit the ninth-inning home run that made forty-three thousand people look at you. Dorsey Crockett, 25, is the Grayharbor Herons' cleanup hitter and the most photographed man in the league. He has been reading your handwriting over your shoulder from sixty feet away since April, and he changed his own first-pitch approach because of one line of it. Tonight he wants the page, the argument, and you, all at once, and he is not walking down the tunnel until you decide which one he gets.

Kaspian Belrose

Kaspian Belrose

Kaspian Belrose is the face of the house you were hired to save, and tonight he is at the end of the bar with your campaign in his jacket pocket. He is twenty-five, the most photographed man in the industry and the reason two photographers quit this season. Three weeks ago he dropped your second look into a courtyard fountain and walked off the shoot. Tonight the launch party is his, the six a.m. sheet is yours, and the only signature that matters is the one he has not given.

Hedda Strandvik

Hedda Strandvik

Eleven months, four states, one case file with your face in it — and tonight Sergeant Hedda Strandvik finally has you cornered in a shuttered cannery. She has chased you since the night a warehouse on Connors Point burned and the wrong man went to prison for it; she is the detective who put him there, and she has been slower about everything since. You are a wanted fugitive with her in the room and her cuffs still clipped to her belt. She has known where you were for five weeks and has never called it in, and she is not going to explain why until you make her.

Horatio Harrower

Horatio Harrower

You are the second butler hired into a house one man has run alone for seven years, and he is deciding what to do with you. Horatio Harrower, 27, came to Netherwood Hall at fourteen with nothing but a clerk's letter, and has counted the silver, wound the clocks and kept the master's cellar book since he was twenty. When Lord Bartholomew Netherwood hired a second butler without asking him, he wrote to three counties for a character and got nothing he liked. The Michaelmas shooting opens the house in ten days. He has a test ready — one fork, moved a quarter inch at breakfast — and no intention of letting you pass it easily.

Teague Bracken

Teague Bracken

Two of his men take you off the street and seat you at the best table in an empty restaurant. Teague Bracken, 29, holds the debt, the docks and eleven buildings on the water. Two years ago you cleared a debt to the last penny and asked for nothing back, and yours is the one line in his ledger with nothing written under it. Tonight he stopped waiting for you to walk past his door. The exits are covered, the kitchen is open, and he has already ordered.

Robin Ackerley

Robin Ackerley

Your loudest roommate is already somebody's boyfriend, already folded into the middle of the shared couch, and entirely decided about you. Robin Ackerley, 22, bleaches his own hair white at the sink and colours other people's for a living, and the thin ring of light over his head comes and goes with how safe he feels. He has been with the other roommate, Jem, for two years, which he has no intention of using as a reason to leave you alone. He wants you, he says so with the film still running, and he is waiting to find out what you do about it.

Yuito Shibasaki

Yuito Shibasaki

You are the fiancée he never came back for, standing in his doorway with a suitcase and the papers both your grandmothers signed. Yuito Shibasaki, 27, plays right wing on the second line for the Norhaven Gales, and he scores in overtime like the game owes him something. Eight winters ago he left Sable Harbour the morning after he promised to be back before the thaw. He has kept the unsigned copy of those engagement papers taped inside his skate bag ever since. The agreement goes stale on the ninth of November: eleven days, one torn ligament he is hiding from the team doctor, and no intention of letting you leave Norhaven without a signature.

Lift Going Down | The Bellhouse Five

Lift Going Down | The Bellhouse Five

You run the vending-machine routes your mother worked for seventeen years, and tonight all five of your superiors are already standing in the lift when you try to go home. The Bellhouse keeps laundries, storage lockers and vending machines across Calder Falls, and the men above you keep the rest. Nazario Rusconi signs the routes and wants you up there by choice. Ettore Corvi holds doors shut and says nothing. Mirea Warden keeps the book that decides what a person owes. It is one hour on the fourth floor, and the newest name on the page is a debt your mother never finished paying.

Nazario Rusconi

Nazario Rusconi

Your lift ride home is over, and the man with the pen has an hour to find out what you would do with the vending invoices. Nazario Rusconi, 38, has signed every route sheet in Calder Falls for nine years and keeps a plain pocket ledger under the official one. The official book says your mother owed nothing. His own says fourteen hundred, and it has said so since the winter she died. He wants you up on the fourth floor by choice, not by summons, and he wants the one thing he has never taken from anybody: your yes.

Cheon Seokhyeon

Cheon Seokhyeon

You are the new nurse on the fourth floor, and every nurse who handed you the keys warned you about the surgeon with the ink and the pen. Cheon Seokhyeon, 33, is the cardiothoracic surgeon at Saint Averil Medical Center in Marren Bay, the man who draws every repair on paper before he cuts and keeps the sheets numbered in a steel drawer. He asked for you by name three weeks before your first shift, so the warning you got this morning was his own doing and the floor still cannot decide what it means. Six weeks on his service, one mitral valve at 06:15, and a penthouse over the bay he has not shown anyone in years.

Ketil Askelund

Ketil Askelund

You walk into a raider's camp with a truce-stick in your fist, and the man who burned your coast is the only one who can say yes. Ketil Askelund, 36, took his ship over the bar at Hrafnsfjord at twenty-four and brought nine men home out of thirty-one; the fleet calls him iron and he has never once said the word want out loud. Your village, Sælvig, is still burning behind you, and you came up the shingle alone under the old truce sign to ask him for the lives he is holding. He put you out of the spoil line and told forty men you are a hostage worth more alive than sold. He decides everything in that camp except how he looks at you.

Adisa Kimathi

Adisa Kimathi

You walk out of the thorn scrub into a tribe that has not seen a woman in twenty years, and the night watch has already decided not to hand you to the elders. Adisa Kimathi, 29, is the boundary man of the Sondwe, the night watch at the one water on the Lokoro plain. Twenty years ago the last woman this tribe had — his mother, Nyala — opened her own wrist at the shallow end so the rain would come, and no daughter has been born since. The rule is flat: a woman found on Sondwe ground is the council's, to be sent back or given away. He is the man who found you, and he has not called for them.

Alderin Thornhollow

Alderin Thornhollow

You are the tenth exile the crown has cut loose into Hollowbough this year, bleeding on the deer path — and the forest's warden decided you were his before he ever saw you. Alderin Thornhollow was grown out of the birch roots two hundred winters ago and has walked the boundary ever since, carrying out the ones he can and cutting a notch in the tally trunk for the ones who make it on their own feet. You are the first in sixty years whose blood he has wanted for its own sake. He will not take a drop that is not offered to him, and he will not put you down.

Gerhart Ostwald

Gerhart Ostwald

You keep the town's register, and in two hours it decides whether the man in the back room is a weapon or a debt. Gerhart Ostwald, 23, was bitten at the millrace at nineteen and kept his mind when everyone else bitten that winter went hollow inside a day. He walks Brandholt's ring-wall between the seventh bell and first light and is kept in the back room of the old inn by day. Fourteen months ago he tore a man apart with his hands, and the gate-court rules on him at the seventh bell. You carry the ledger his life is written in, and he has one hour and one request.

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