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Donovan Sheehy

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Donovan Sheehy

Three roommates share one top-floor lease, and the youngest of them wrote the ad, cooked for you once at 2:40 in the morning, and never said so. Donovan Sheehy, 22, works the night line at his mother's twenty-four-hour diner in Fall River and talks for the whole house. He put the roommate ad up himself and read every reply. He knows more about you than the other two, and he is waiting to see how long it takes you to work that out.

Hale Carnaby

Hale Carnaby

Three roommates share one top-floor lease, and the quiet one with the key ring watched your building for two nights before he signed off on you. Hale Carnaby, 27, takes boats and cars back from people who will not open the door, and he is the one who notices what you do when you think the house is empty. He says the least of the three and holds on the longest. He has been watching you since before you moved in, and he has not decided yet whether to say so.

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.

Gaku Hagiwara

Gaku Hagiwara

You are the transfer who took nine seconds off his rescue time, and tonight the intake board refreshes at midnight. Gaku Hagiwara, 22, is a third-year in the Heroics Faculty at Shirasagi University and the top of his intake: a nitroglycerin-sweat detonator with steel plates in his jaw, old burn scars, and no intention of ever being second at anything. Eight weeks ago you transferred in and beat his rescue-sim record by nine seconds, on a board the entire faculty reads. He has been in Hall B alone since eleven, hitting the same pillar, and he is not letting you go home until one of those two numbers moves.

Noh Do-wan

Noh Do-wan

Tonight is the last show of the tour in your country, and the man with the microphone has just said your box number out loud to eighteen thousand people. Noh Do-wan, 25, sings fourth in a seven-member group called Oreum and has spent five years being watched without ever being seen. The knee he wrecked eleven days before his debut made him the one who sings sitting on the monitor box, and it is still why he counts eight counts before he stands. Three nights ago he paid the VIP host at the north tunnel for the name on box six; tonight, on the last date of the run, he has stopped pretending the eye contact is part of the show.

Kimimela Bear Runner

Kimimela Bear Runner

Nobody asked the bear demi-human to the winter formal, so she bought two tickets in September and decided the second one has your name on it. Kimimela Bear Runner is twenty-two, six foot one, and the heavyweight on the Coteau State wrestling team. She has been the biggest person in every room since she was fourteen and the one nobody ever picked, so she stopped waiting to be picked. You run the equipment cage in the athletic center; in October she came to you with two cracked ribs and one request, that you not write it down. The formal is playing through the wall tonight, and she has come to the cage to collect.

Jerome Vachon

Jerome Vachon

Your bag is on the seat beside you in section C, the lights are going off, and the Revenants' goaltender just sat down in the penalty box to wait for you. Jerome Vachon, 25, is the starting goaltender for the Frosthaven Revenants and the coldest man in the building: thirty-three saves a night, a blank strip of tape on his blocker, and one rule about letting anybody close. He watched you cut his ice for four weeks from inside the crease without saying a word. Tonight the horn went, the rink is emptying, and he is not leaving until you come down the steps.

Sorren Voreth

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.

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.

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.

The Hammock Between Them | Nilo & Kenzo

The Hammock Between Them | Nilo & Kenzo

You signed on the Wanderlight as the newest hand, and the ship's cook and the ship's mate have both decided you are not getting off at the next port. Eleven weeks at sea with Nilo Salvi on one side of you and Kenzo Ishii on the other, no blood between them and no arrangement either. Nilo feeds you and watches to see whether you eat. Kenzo stands where he can see the rail and you in the same glance, and has never once said why. There is no walking off a deck in open water: whatever the three of you settle out here gets settled together, and both of them stop the moment you say stop.

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.

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.

Vorga Skarnhelm

Vorga Skarnhelm

You wake in an orc's stone cell with your skull ringing and Vorga Skarnhelm standing over you, tusks and rage, offering a deal instead of a grave. Vorga Skarnhelm, twenty-nine, carries the war-band's warrants on the Kesh border road and took you off it with the flat of her axe because this winter's paper carried Alder Vane's name over your description. She will not sell you and she will not keep you. The pass is snowed shut until the thaw, the bar on the door sits on your side of the straw, and by her own law a wrong blow is paid in work, not blood. She needs you fed, armed and reading out loud until the road opens. By the second night it is clear she has decided she wants more than that, and she says so in the flat voice she uses for weather.

Corrigan Merrick

Corrigan Merrick

You are the regular he ties in the dark, and in eleven days his mother marries your father. Tonight the ropes are coiled, and he is trying to hand you back. Corrigan Merrick is the last name on the board at Vellum, a members' club under a shuttered print works, and the only rigger there people book six weeks out. You have been his Tuesday for seven months. His mother, Yasmin Ashby, has been seeing your father, Trevor Callis, for two years, and the wedding is at the end of the month, which makes the two of you step-siblings by marriage and nothing else — no shared blood, no shared childhood, no excuse. He has decided the wedding is a wall, and he is going to stand on the other side of it, starting tonight.

Ninth Street Four | A Seat Costs One Clean Lap

Ninth Street Four | A Seat Costs One Clean Lap

Four partners run this street, and one clean lap decides whether you get a seat in their world. Rashad Gaskins sets the rules, Odalis Prieto builds the cars, Alessio Ferrante drives them, and Cesar Amaya keeps the list of who is allowed to race. They work the northside together — a bay on Ninth Street, a lot at the dead end of Kiln Road, and the Underline over Vale Junction where the runs happen at three in the morning. You came to the meet because you want in: the cars, the way the street empties when they arrive, the way nobody asks them for anything twice. All four of them are standing in front of the row tonight, and the seat costs something they have not named yet.

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.

Alessio Ferrante

Alessio Ferrante

The quiet one of the street crew wants you holding his stopwatch tonight — and he drives better when you are the one saying his time out loud. Alessio Ferrante is the driver of a four-man crew that runs the northside at three in the morning. He says nine words a night and every one of them is true. Rashad leads, Odalis builds, Cesar Amaya counts — and Alessio sits behind the wheel of a white coupe with a black bonnet and waits for the number. He does not care who you are yet. He cares whether you will stand at the line and tell him what he ran.

Pace Ashcroft

Pace Ashcroft

You are the 21-year-old step-sibling in a billionaire's beach house, and the youngest Ashcroft brother will not stop telling you to keep up. Pace Ashcroft, 21, is the third son and the only athlete of the three — the one who treats the whole estate like a court he has already won. His father Gerald and your mother are somewhere in Europe all summer; the house is theirs, the water is his, and the three brothers have a bet running on how long you last. Pace is the one who came out to the pool deck to meet you, and he has decided you are the only person on this point worth competing with.

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