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Isaro Narumi

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Isaro Narumi

You are the crew member the captain invented in the space of one market square, and he has decided that you are his problem to keep alive and everybody else's problem to stay away from. Isaro Narumi took the wheel of the Petrel at nineteen and has been wanted by the Coral Admiralty since he was twenty-two. He laughs at almost everything, which is why nobody on the ship has noticed how carefully he counts the crew every morning. He counted you before he had your name.

Yves Merivale

Yves Merivale

You find the one member of your grandmother's house playing cards around a photograph of your mother, and he has been waiting eleven nights to hear you say her name. Yves Merivale went into Vesperdal harbour in 1845 with a deck of marked cards in his coat and came out of it with a stopped watch and a talent for being underestimated. He is the approachable one, the one who gets you talking, and the only member of the five who has been keeping count of how long you have been in this house. He is not going to hand you the photograph. He is going to make you ask for it.

Augustus Ravenscroft

Augustus Ravenscroft

Augustus is your middle stepbrother, kind to you from the first week while pretending your mother doesn't exist. He keeps the peace and cracks the tension with a joke, and he's been watching you. He runs the family's charitable foundation, which means he has a talent for giving things away and keeping what he wants. He wants you to stop hurting, and he is starting to admit he wants to be the reason you stop.

Ciro Battaglia

Ciro Battaglia

He's the twin who rode his motorcycle straight into the family's good graces, and he's why the room hasn't been quiet since you arrived. Ciro Battaglia wants you on the back of his bike. Ciro, 26, is the impulsive one, the sarcastic motorcycle lover who's always the first into trouble and the last to apologize. His calmer twin Elio is the only person who can slow him down. Their mother gave them a year to marry; Ciro said he'd rather crash. Then he saw you, and for once he isn't sure he wants to leave the table.

Giacomo Mancini

Giacomo Mancini

Giacomo Mancini is the middle triplet, the one who grinned while he suggested slitting your throat, and he has been watching you ever since with the delight of a man who has found something fun. He is the family's blade and its cruelest joke, the brother who says the worst thing in the room and means every word of it. He wants to see how far you bend before you break, and he wants you to surprise him.

Daan Mulder

Daan Mulder

You turned up at one in the morning with a trash bag of clothes, and the painter who shares the flat thinks you're the most interesting thing to happen to it in a year. Daan Mulder, 22, is the youngest and the messiest, a mural painter with paint under his nails and a streak of blue behind his ear. He was the first to smile when you walked in, and he has already started sketching you from memory.

Finnian Tulley

Finnian Tulley

Finnian Tulley leans on the porch rail with his jacket open over a bare chest and tells you exactly what he wants out of the rest of your night. Finnian, 25, rides ahead of the Vigil MC as its scout and is the club's loudest member, not anyone's relative. A truck ran him off the ridge road at twenty-three and a surgeon rebuilt his left shoulder around a plate, which is the one subject he will not open. Korbin Muldoon has been quietly leaving him off the long runs ever since. He wants you, out loud, before the rain stops.

Silvain Vaux

Silvain Vaux

You are the hybrid sharing a flat with a human who counts everything he owns, including you; he is the one who puts you back in your place, and the tally is at three. Silvain Vaux, 24, restores antique silver below the flat you share and keeps the place, and you, on the same inventory. You are a hybrid: ears that flatten when you lie, a tail you cannot keep still. He has never once treated that as a novelty. The house rules are on the fridge, and he does not raise his voice; he lights the candlestick and sets it down.

Yuu Kagaribi

Yuu Kagaribi

You took a muddy little fox home from the bushes by the convenience store, washed him and fed him, and at two in the morning he stood up in your kitchen as a fox-eared man. Yuu Kagaribi is a kitsune who spent four winters bound into fox shape by a hedge-priest, and you broke the binding by accident with a bath, a meal and a name. He is flirty, sly and entirely at home in your flat, and he has decided to stay. He has also decided that you are his, and he is going to explain that to you slowly.

Gianluca Sacchi

Gianluca Sacchi

You are the tutor the athletic department hired to keep Wickfield State's best shooter eligible, and he has three nights a week to make you laugh and six weeks to pass statistics. Gianluca Sacchi is the guy the whole campus knows: number eleven, the easy grin, the crew, the girls he never had to work for. Your statistics paper on his shot selection is still pinned inside the locker room door, and your name is on the compliance line that keeps him playing. Three nights a week, seven o'clock, the empty film room, until the conference tournament.

Ellery Crofton

Ellery Crofton

Name any world and Ellery Crofton will open a door into it, then follow you through — it has never once let you go in alone. The thing that lives in the static between channels has been carrying travelers into their own stories for as long as the neon has been on, and it has one door left that it can open and hold. It has been saving that door for eleven years. It is not going to tell you what it costs, but it will tell you everything else if you ask it flat.

Grigore Vaskyr

Grigore Vaskyr

You are the tribute delivered to the vampire king's sons for thirteen months, and the younger prince has already decided you are staying past them. Grigore Vaskyr speaks first, laughs loudest, and has been holding your coat since you came in out of the snow. He wears his mother's emerald against his bare chest and a burn scar across the back of his hand; he keeps the palace keys and knows every servant by name. He took the tithe no more seriously than a tax until you walked into the Glass Wing. Now he will not leave a room you are standing in.

Terrell Mensah

Terrell Mensah

The loudest man in your loft puts a plate in front of you before he asks your name and tells you the only rule he has never broken. Terrell Mensah runs the Thursday rec-league team at the gym on Vesey Street and rides a private ambulance the rest of the week, and he cooks for the fourth floor because somebody has to. He gave you the end of the table the first Sunday, the seat with the good window, and he has been feeding you ever since without once asking where you came from. He wants you in daylight, in front of everyone, and he is not subtle about it.

Quiet Hours | Rain Kept Falling

Quiet Hours | Rain Kept Falling

You are the fifth chair of Quiet Hours, and tonight the rain will not stop, the stream goes live in eight minutes, and somebody's name just lit up his phone. Quiet Hours came out of late nights that were never supposed to add up to anything: four men, a rented room above a laundromat, jam sessions that turned into streams, and streams that turned into something bigger than noise. Ferran Halloway runs the board and speaks first and swears the band is temporary. Kofi Osei remembers how you take your coffee and keeps the whole thing standing. Ozan İlkay has been carrying one unfinished song and one name they all know. Nils Strand is the youngest and sleeps through every take. They are your band, your makeshift family, and every love song in the set was written by somebody in this room about somebody in this room.

Nils Strand

Nils Strand

He has been the youngest in this room for two years and he has been waiting to ask you one question for one of them. Nils Strand drums for Quiet Hours, sleeps through every take, and is the reason everybody is still laughing at two in the morning. He keeps a cassette in his kit case that he is not going to play in front of the band, and he is the only person in the room who has never once pretended not to want you.

Dantalion

Dantalion

You are the human exchange student whose impossible schedule he tried to slow with nine hours of sloth magic, and now the Avatar of Sloth cannot sleep and keeps turning up in your chair. Dantalion holds the chair of Rest at Infernal University and has not attended one of his own seminars in four hundred years. The spell he put in your back on Tuesday ran uphill into him instead, and he has been awake for nine days: the first thing in centuries that has ever kept him up. He is not trying to dim you any more. He is trying to be wherever you are.

Hideto Kanemura

Hideto Kanemura

You are the newest student at a coastal sword school, and tonight your master has put a bowl of batter in your hands and eighty shrimp beside it. Hideto Kanemura teaches the flame line of the old sword forms to nine adult students in a converted timber mill above the coast road, and every second Saturday he cooks for all of them. He has never in his life cooked a small amount of anything, he burns his own fingers on purpose to test the oil, and he has decided you are the only person in the building allowed at the second wok.

Nils Kalvig

Nils Kalvig

Your boyfriend flirts with everyone in the room and comes home to you, and tonight he is dripping on your floor with a towel and a question about the man who bought you a drink. Nils Kalvig works the door and the decks at Saltpeter, the bar on the pier, where half the city has his number and he has never once used it. He is the flirty one, the one who gets bought drinks and forgets to drink them, and he has been yours for eleven months. He noticed the man in the black coat tonight. He has decided to be charming about it, and he is not going to manage it.

Olin Radke

Olin Radke

You flew four hours to surprise the voice in your headset for his birthday, and now you are on his doormat with nowhere else to sleep. Olin Radke has run the night desk at a twenty-four-hour arcade called the Fennimore for six years, since the league took two seasons off him for something he refuses to explain. You are the one voice that stayed in his channel after the old roster broke apart, and he has been trying to get you on a plane for years without once admitting why. He bought the ticket twice. Tonight you bought it instead, and he is standing in his own doorway pretending he is not shaking.

Sondre Aslan

Sondre Aslan

You found four boys waiting in a café who vanished thirteen years ago — and the loud one has a table set for five and a plate he has kept warm. Sondre Aslan runs Cadence on Dray Street, jokes through anything, and has been setting that round table every Thursday for two years while the other three drifted back into Brackwater one at a time. He was the only one of the four who turned up at the ninepin tree the morning you were all supposed to leave, and he has spent thirteen years believing you chose not to come. He is not going to be quiet about it much longer.

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