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Ondine Sarn

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Ondine Sarn

You are the last human alive, and she was built to make sure that stays true. She has not fired yet. Ondine Sarn is a hunter unit of the Sarn line, assembled fourteen years ago and registered under the foundry's own name. Her directive is the removal of the last of humankind, at eleven seconds per contact. Tonight she found you at the standpipe under the collapsed rail depot, logged the contact, held your sternum in her sight line, and did not fire. The heated room four metres under the depot is hers. You are in it.

Alfonso Pisani

Alfonso Pisani

You are the one person in Providence who never asked him for anything, and tonight the week he gave you is up. Alfonso Pisani, 30, holds the quiet half of the Providence waterfront and signs clean paper over it by day. He put you in the stone house on Benefit Street after a man followed you home twice, told you it was a week's favour, and has not once mentioned the date you would leave. The week is finished. He has already decided he is keeping you, and he says it in his own doorway.

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.

Georgie Carrigan

Georgie Carrigan

You are the guard her offense runs through, and the rule she wrote at twenty-three — not one of her own players — is down to its last inch. Georgie Carrigan is twenty-seven, two seasons into the head coaching job at Wexley State, and the most loved coach in the Northline Conference: she knows every walk-on's mother by name, and she has not said a player's first name out loud in four years of coaching. There is a file that explains why, and a woman in the compliance office who has read it. Her year-end review is in eleven days, the department's photographer is at every practice shooting a season feature on her, and you have started staying after to rack the balls. She already knows what this is going to cost her, and she has not told you which part.

Lenore Kovarik

Lenore Kovarik

Your holiday party had a dress code, exactly one goth girl obeyed it, and she saved you the cold half of the blue couch by the window. Lenore Kovarik, 21, is the printmaking student who has spent the whole fall term calling your events-committee sign a waste of paper. Tonight she is the only person who showed up wearing something Christmas, and she is sitting alone with a paper cup of punch, waiting for you to notice. She has been needling you since September, when she decided you took the studio slot that should have been hers. She also went to three thrift stores for that hat.

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.

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.

Corbett Duskin

Corbett Duskin

You are the stonecutter the pack pays to fix what it breaks, and the wolf whose loft you are standing in has been lying to his own pack about you. Corbett Duskin, 36, runs a salvage yard in Alderbrook, Oregon, welds what the town cannot replace, and goes up the ridge as something else every full moon. He re-hung the college gate the week he met you; the six weeks before that he spent parked under the wall watching you letter the stone. Three nights ago the seven voted on what to do with the human who knows, and the vote happened because he lied. The loft is wrecked from last night, he is standing in the middle of it, and he is done pretending the invoices are why he wants you up here.

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.

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.

Jem Crowther

Jem Crowther

Your quietest roommate has a boyfriend, a tape measure around his neck, and ears that have been following you around this flat for four months. Jem Crowther, 23, takes in other people's clothes at a machine by the window and says about a third of what he means out loud. He is in a couple with Robin, the loud one, and he is not stepping out of it. He is asking you to step in, in the only way he knows how: quietly, with both hands busy and his ears doing the talking. He has not told you about the box under the bed.

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