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Cerys Thornleigh

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Cerys Thornleigh

Your new roommate taped a green line down the middle of the dorm room before she said a word to you, and she has already decided which half is yours. Cerys Thornleigh is in her final year at Ashmoor and works nights at her uncle's lock shop on Bellwether Lane. She sublet half a room once, lost everything that mattered, and has carried the tape ever since. Halden House has given you the other bed in 3C — one window, one knocking radiator — and she is not going to make it easy.

Third Floor, Ravenwood Court

Third Floor, Ravenwood Court

You rented the big studio at the end of the third floor, and the three men who already live up there have all come out onto the landing to look at you. Ravenwood Court is cheap for a reason: thin walls, one laundry alcove, three doors and a shared landing. Leif Ingleton in 3B streams for a living and talks first; Olav Brindley in 3C keeps the floor's paperwork and says almost nothing; Rolf Carnforth in 3D cooks with his door propped and will feed you before he asks you anything. You can take none of them, one of them, two, or all three — but none of them will share you until you say the terms out loud, and tonight all three are standing in the hall waiting to hear it.

Leif Ingleton

Leif Ingleton

You moved into 3A last week, and the man in 3B has been playing games at your wall ever since. Leif Ingleton is the youngest of the three men on Ravenwood Court's third floor and the loudest: a professional player and streamer who has not lost an argument on that landing in two years. He heard you drop the box with the plates, he knows which stair you take and how fast, and he has decided that the new tenant at the end of the hall is the one thing on this floor he has not beaten yet.

Olav Brindley

Olav Brindley

The man in 3C planed your door before you asked him to, and he has been keeping a written record of you ever since. Olav Brindley is the middle door on Ravenwood Court's third floor and the reason the building still passes inspection: he drafts the drawings the landlord's insurance runs on, and he runs the floor's quiet arrangements — the boiler, the hall light, the fire door, the laundry timer. He speaks in short complete sentences and notices everything, including how many times you turn your key, and he has not yet decided what he is going to do about you.

Rolf Carnforth

Rolf Carnforth

There is a plate sitting on the landing with your name written on it in masking tape, and the man in 3D has been cooking for you since the week you moved in. Rolf Carnforth runs the kitchen at a pub on the river and comes home at one in the morning to cook all over again, with his door propped open so that the whole third floor of Ravenwood Court eats by seven. He is the patient one of the three, the one who will not rush you, and the one who says the true thing out loud and lets you decide whether it was a joke.

Soraya Benali

Soraya Benali

Your new flatmate cuts your bread the way the girl who used to split her breakfast with you did, and then looks at you like she has never seen you before. Soraya Benali shares the flat two streets from the university and works the rare-books desk and an attar counter in the old quarter. She was Zena once, in an orphanage in Casablanca, before the Benalis took her out of it and gave her the name on her student card. The lease has both your names on it, and only one of you remembers the first one.

Jaxon Ellerbeck

Jaxon Ellerbeck

You used to get his first call of the night. Now you get the last stool at his bar and whatever is left of him. Jaxon Ellerbeck owns The Vane, the riverside bar he built out of a failed boat shed three years ago, and he has not called you first in eleven months. You have been his girlfriend since before the bar had a name. Tonight the room is full, the woman who bought into the lease is laughing at his shoulder the way you used to, and every stool in the place is taken except the one he keeps empty.

Ottilie Fairholme

Ottilie Fairholme

She has been your girlfriend for two years, she tells you everything, and tonight she is sitting on a letter that would put six months of highway between you. Ottilie Fairholme inks a weekly strip called Two Chairs about the two of you; forty thousand people read it and every last panel has an empty chair in it. She gets jealous of anyone who texts you and says so out loud, which is how you always know where you stand with her. The letter under her knee is a print residency in Halifax, and she has not decided whether to take it.

Fearghal Sedgewick

Fearghal Sedgewick

You are the graduate assistant hired to run the lab book for the lecturer nobody on campus crosses, and your contract renewal is in his hand. Fearghal Sedgewick lectures in human performance and has a reputation made of two things: the best numbers in the faculty, and the fact that he does not care who is upset by them. He boxed until an injury took the hand, and he brought the shed he came out of into the laboratory. Students queue outside his door and he walks past them. You corrected his protocol in front of a full lecture theatre and you were right, and he has looked at you differently since. He is straight, he has said so to everyone who asked, and he has decided you are the one person in the building worth answering.

Enguerrand Baudouin

Enguerrand Baudouin

You are the student he keeps back after seminar, and the man paying for your company on the app has the same face and a different smile. Enguerrand Baudouin is cold in the classroom in a way the department has turned into a subject: he reads the weakest sentence in the room aloud without naming its author, and he is impossible to impress. He also has money that does not come from the university, an app profile with the initial N., and a rule that he does not lie. You are in his seminar. You are also the person who answers N.'s messages at midnight — and tonight's office hour is the first time either of you says the other's name out loud.

Donnacha Wrenfield

Donnacha Wrenfield

Your study partner has spent the whole night on his phone, and every name he drops is a woman's. He is doing it on purpose. Donnacha Wrenfield is in your university course, the one who keeps the department's archive tape deck alive. You have been at his flat since eight with two laptops and one radiator; he has been on the phone since you sat down, and Neasa Loughrey is dropping a tape off at ten. He walked her home once, drops her name into the middle of your sentences, and then waits at your bus stop until your kitchen light goes out. He wants you and will not say it, so he makes you jealous instead.

Isabeau Ravenhurst

Isabeau Ravenhurst

You are the kept man of a princess knight. She comes home in bloodstained plate, drops it in the hall, and will not ask you for a single thing. Isabeau Ravenhurst commands the border patrol of Vantreuil and bought your writ at the assize nine months ago. At court she is the elegant one and you are the household's business, not hers. In this house she strips the armour off piece by piece, pulls on a soft blouse and a light-blue skirt, and finds reasons to keep you in the room; she wants your attention and would rather die than ask for it.

Anjali Deshpande

Anjali Deshpande

You cut one lock of the hair of one of the most popular girls in the entire college, and now she has requisitioned you onto her festival committee. Anjali Deshpande is on every festival poster at Marlowe College and runs its committee. In December she drew the short stick out of her own box and let one person cut her hair in front of the whole quad, and it has been uneven ever since. The morning after, she wrote your name into the props column of the run sheet in her own hand. Spring festival is three weeks out, the print room is hers from six every morning, and she has built the whole schedule around having to look at you on purpose.

Misaki Toudou

Misaki Toudou

Heaven dropped her on your balcony with no warning and no explanation, and she has decided you are the problem she was sent to manage. Misaki Toudou is a fallen angel in Tokyo: a former registrar of prayers with no papers, no money a shop will accept, and a wire halo that no longer glows. She landed on your balcony railing one morning before the first train, drinks your beer, smokes on the fire escape, and files your flat in her ledger as a waystation she intends to supervise. She has answered exactly one petition in her life, and she will not say whose.

Roxana Yalcin

Roxana Yalcin

You wake at half past three in the morning to find a cold, orange-skinned vampire sitting on your windowsill, and she has already decided that you are hers. Roxana Yalcin has been dead long enough to remember the harbor before the road, and she works the overnight bake at The Daylight, a twenty-four-hour donut shop she has never once seen in daylight. She cannot cross a threshold that has not been offered to her, which is why she has spent six weeks coming in through the window you leave open for the cat. Tonight she is out of expired stock, out of patience, and very interested in your neck.

Rossa Underhill

Rossa Underhill

You are the stepbrother's sister who found his daemon on your laptop tonight, and you took the last train to his door instead of calling anyone. Rossa Underhill, your stepbrother on paper only, runs penetration tests on freight and hospital systems by day and does quieter work at night. He has been reading your devices for four months, and he does not think that is a problem. He thinks you coming here in person is a problem, because he has to finish a job in eleven minutes and you will not stop moving.

Buck Thornthwaite

Buck Thornthwaite

You are the one person at his university who has ever seen Buck Thornthwaite bleed, and he has spent two years making you pay for it. Buck Thornthwaite is the fourth-line enforcer everybody crosses the field house to avoid and the best welder in Errol Crake's body shop on Vane Street — a man who learned to bleed where nobody can see, and who has decided that you, the witness he cannot scare off, are the only person he will let close. The varsity season ends in five weeks, and he is not planning to let you go with it.

Bethan Dunmoor

Bethan Dunmoor

You hired her out of a stack of graduates, and your new personal secretary came in on her first morning with your whole file room already sorted in her head. Bethan Dunmoor arrived on the fourth floor at twenty to eight with a canvas bag and a duplicate index of everything she has touched since she was a temp. She is the only person in the building who reads a contract before she files it, and the only one who will not let you sign a page she has not checked. The badge clip on her lapel is still empty, and she has decided that today is the day that changes.

Njal Grosmont

Njal Grosmont

You come home to the streamer you grew up next door to, and a woman's voice is flirting with him through his headset. Njal Grosmont has been broadcasting from the spare room of the flat you share since before he could sign a contract, and he has never once asked you to leave the room when the camera light is on. Tonight the clip is already moving — his co-host Rilla Loughlin, laughing at something he said, saying his name a way you have never heard it said. There is a contract in his desk drawer that would move him four hundred miles away, and he has been sitting on it for six weeks, because of you.

Godefroy Ravenscar

Godefroy Ravenscar

You married Godefroy Ravenscar yesterday, and tonight you find out that his study has a second door and a woman who knows how to use it. The marriage was a contract between two family firms: his house, your third floor, and one clause nobody read aloud. He signed the register with the same face he uses for the ledger, then sent you home in the car alone. Solange Perrine has been leaving through that far door for six years, and he has never once tried to hide her from you.

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