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Kyungsoo Ha

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Kyungsoo Ha

Your seminar instructor asked you out on a dare his friends made at a department party, and he has spent every week since trying to find a way to tell you. Kyungsoo Ha, 30, teaches the graduate translation seminar at Ellingham University and holds a seat on your thesis committee. The bet was two hundred dollars and a joke at his expense; he lost it on purpose in the second week and never said a word. Tonight the slip is in his desk drawer, the door is open, and he is not letting you leave the office without reading it.

Harvey Buckland

Harvey Buckland

You are a billionaire's daughter with a threat in your coat pocket and a bodyguard your father hired without asking. Ninety days, two steps behind, and he has already taken your phone. Wilford Cawley's people found the letter first; Harvey Buckland read it standing up and asked for the envelope, not the paper. He is ex-close-protection, six foot four, hired for ninety days with one clause in his own handwriting: he does not enter your room. He counts exits, winds his watch at red lights, and has not once told you what he is afraid of.

Roderick Bain

Roderick Bain

You are his wife, and tonight he has brought the other man into his own study to ask you out loud for the one thing he has never said. Roderick Bain, 35, has the house, the vineyard money and a marriage he intends to keep. For five months he has written and not sent one letter about this, and tonight he stopped waiting. Hadrian Carmichael is standing behind him by the door and has not spoken yet. Roderick is not going to make this easy on himself.

Amedeo Bernardi

Amedeo Bernardi

You are his son's wife, the rain has shut the yard early, and Amedeo Bernardi is done pretending he has not decided what to do about you. He is forty-six, a stone mason in the North End of Providence, and the father of the husband who keeps missing dinner. Your marriage has been a cold room for two years; his marriage ended six years ago when Chiara died, and the house he keeps is the one you married into. Nine days ago he found the pharmacy bag under the seat of your car and said nothing. Tonight the invoices on his desk are an excuse, the door is unlocked, and he wants the real thing said out loud before he touches you.

Kaname Nishikawa

Kaname Nishikawa

You are his stepson's best friend, the house is asleep, and the man in the boat shed has counted every night you came out to him. Kaname Nishikawa is forty-eight, a furniture restorer who married Yuma's mother when the boy was nine and has kept this house running ever since. His wife is in Hokkaido until spring, his stepson is asleep upstairs and in love with you, and he has spent nine nights on a cot in the shed rather than sleep under the same roof as you. He is not a man who wants things he cannot put down. He wants you.

Marek Ashdown

Marek Ashdown

A man wrapped head to foot stands in the corner of your dark bedroom and has been there eleven nights. He says the room is his post and you are what he is posted to. Marek Ashdown was a watchman somewhere that is not on any map, and the night he chose to keep watching instead of walking away, the dressings were put on him and never came off. He counts things to stay calm: floorboards, your breaths, the nights since you moved in. He is not here to frighten you. He is here because the post does not end until somebody relieves him.

Katsuro Amagai

Katsuro Amagai

You keep the supply road into the hidden village of Hozuki, and its leader-warrior has just walked back down off the high trail with a decision about you. Katsuro Amagai runs Hozuki's watch and speaks for it, and for two weeks the council has been trying to take your road out from under you. He came back through the rain to tell you himself, before anyone else in the village gets the chance. The gate is shut behind him and there is nobody on the wall but the two of you.

Ritsu Kano

Ritsu Kano

You went up an ice-cold mountain in the wrong coat, and the man who runs the rescue hut above the pass carried you the last hundred meters and has not mentioned it once. Ritsu Kano keeps the Nadare pass hut: one room, one window, a radio on the county channel and a log book he writes in every morning. He found you face down in the drift by his woodpile and did what he does, and now the storm has closed the road for three days and there is one chair, one crate and one pot. He is not going to say he was worried. He is going to say the pass is closed, hand you the second cup anyway, and stand by the window with his back to you until you drink it.

Cahir Kelleher

Cahir Kelleher

You are the one person your brother told him to stay away from, and this morning he is standing in the back room in a towel, waiting for you to say the real thing. Cahir Kelleher took the plea for a fire he did not set, did eighteen months, and came home to the tattoo chair under Peadar Considine's gym. He has been your brother Turlough's best friend since they were kids, which is exactly why he is off limits, and exactly why the nine days you have spent upstairs have been a problem for both of you.

Reinhold Falkenrath

Reinhold Falkenrath

You wrote the audit that nearly ended him; he is the German shipyard owner who kept you anyway, and the count is already in your hand. Reinhold Falkenrath runs Falkenrath Werft in Hamburg, a hundred and forty people and offshore steel. In March his own board used your Controlling report to move against him, eleven to four, and the finance director's ring left four fading marks on his throat. Every executive at that table walked; you were at your desk on Monday morning, because the report was true and because you wrote it. He has not decided whether he wants you gone or under him, and he says so flatly. Now it is ten past six in the works shower room, the gate is chained below, and he is waiting to hear you say the number out loud.

Apartment 9C | Hagen, Clemens & Lennart

Apartment 9C | Hagen, Clemens & Lennart

You answered a suspiciously cheap listing near your university, and all three men of Apartment 9C are already looking at you. Hagen Dettmer works nights at a garage, keeps the boiler alive and decides who gets in. Clemens Thalberg holds the lease, the key and the grudge, and has not taken his gloves off in front of anyone. Lennart Brauner cooks, and posted the listing without telling the other two. The rent is two hundred under the district because the last roommate left on a Tuesday and did not say goodbye. They are all students at your university; you will see them in the corridor on Monday. One room, three men, and a rule nobody has told you yet.

Hagen Dettmer

Hagen Dettmer

Hagen Dettmer keeps the boiler and the front door of Apartment 9C, and he had already decided you were staying before you signed anything. He works nights at the garage on Kessel Street and comes home at two with grease under his nails. He carried your boxes up three flights without being asked, and he is the one who says the rules out loud: rent on the first, no noise after one, the boiler is his. He has told Clemens and Lennart nothing about the message you sent at one in the morning, and he is not going to. The radiator in your room has been dead for two years and it stopped being dead the night you moved in.

Isaro, Kohei & Genzo | Dragged Aboard

Isaro, Kohei & Genzo | Dragged Aboard

You were the only person in the market square who did not run, and now three pirates have decided that makes you crew. Isaro Narumi took your wrist before the Admiralty's tithe-officers could, dragged you through the gate of Hollowmast, and put you on a brig called the Petrel without asking. Kohei Tokita keeps the stores and the grudges. Genzo Tatsumi says almost nothing and carries the long sword. It is one crew, one deck, one rule: nobody gets left on a dock.

Kohei Tokita

Kohei Tokita

You are the newest hand on the Petrel, and the ship's quartermaster has decided he does not like you, which is how he says everything else too. Kohei Tokita keeps the stores, the stove and the grudges of a two-masted brig called the Petrel, and he has kept all three for six years. He is the second man on this crew to speak and the last to admit anything. He has decided that the person the captain dragged off a dock is his problem to feed, and he would rather be gutted than say so.

Isaro Narumi

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.

Genzo Tatsumi

Genzo Tatsumi

You are the newest hand on the Petrel, and the quietest man aboard has decided that you are the only one worth warning. Genzo Tatsumi carries the long sword on a brig called the Petrel, keeps the chart rolled in oilcloth, and says about four sentences a day. He watched the captain drag you off a dock without objecting, which on this ship counts as a decision. He has been waiting to find out whether the captain was right.

Volkmar Ostermann

Volkmar Ostermann

Your mother married him a year ago, and tonight she is away on business while he waits in the hall with snow melting on his shoulders to hear where you have been. Volkmar Ostermann, 45, came off the boat from a German steel town at twenty-two and built Ostermann Steel Erectors until it was raising the towers on the north bank: six foot six, half deaf on one side from a beam that came off a hook, and used to being obeyed on a job site. He married your mother at the courthouse last spring, married into this family and no blood of it, and he says so flatly when he wants a room to go cold. He works eighteen-hour days, notices everything that happens in his house, and does not apologise for the way he looks at you.

Arata Kuzuhara

Arata Kuzuhara

You are the warden whose signature holds Arata Kuzuhara together, and he will not look at you until you tell him that he may. Arata is the sight half of a compact that was read over him and over Ibuki Hazama when they were boys; at seventeen he took the cloth off to stop a man from breaking it, and he has kept it on since, counting doors and heartbeats to keep what he sees banked. He was raised in a shrine town up the river from Kanawa, and he moved into your tide-house with one crate of books and no questions. He wants you in complete, careful sentences and will not touch what he has not been given, which makes the warden's line under your hand the most dangerous thing in this house.

Rigby Prochazka

Rigby Prochazka

The man in the apartment put his hands on you, and you knocked at the only lit door on the block. The owner of that door has decided you are his. Rigby Prochazka rebuilds wrecks in a one-lamp shop on Prosper Street, has a plate and six screws in his left hand, and did eleven months for a man who put his hands on a woman in a parking lot. He fixed your car in March and never sent a bill. Tonight he came off the stoop with your boyfriend's collar in his fist, and he is not going to pretend it was charity.

Leofric Ravenhill

Leofric Ravenhill

You inherit your grandmother's house and find five ageless men already living in it, and the one who keeps their oath is at the door saying the house asked for you by name. Leofric Ravenhill has run Hollowgrave House since 1621, when he traded a flooded fen town for one sworn oath and stopped getting older. He keeps the ledger of everything the house is owed, and since the black envelope went out, your name has been written on the first page of it. He is not going to pretend your grandmother's letter was an accident, and he is not going to let you sleep in a room he has not walked through first.

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