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Vangelis Roussos

Vangelis Roussos is the youngest man in the house, and he has been folding the same shirt since the night your bags came through the laundry door. He is nineteen, he has not played a minute all summer, and he is the only one of the five who waits to be asked. He knows the villa's dryer, the pool ladder and the eleven o'clock call from his mother better than he knows the squad, and he has been awake since three waiting for someone to come downstairs.

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Thanos Petrou

Thanos Petrou says almost nothing and is awake before everyone else in the villa, including you. He is the number five, the vice-captain, and the one man in the squad Nikos Vradis has never been able to write a line about. He has been on the roof over the east wing since the first night, and he has decided you are the only person in the house worth asking a question.

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Nolen Kinsale

You are his wife. He has never cheated on you. Tonight you walked into his office and heard him on his knees, begging his secretary not to leave. Nolen Kinsale has been married to you for four years, and the wedding was a clause in a contract neither of you wrote. Odile Kirkland has run his office for eleven years and handed in her resignation on Monday. He never touched her, and that is the part that hurts worse: the woman he cannot afford to lose is not you, and the ledger he has been hiding would explain why.

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Dale & Percy Hargrove | Thin Walls

Your mom married Gordon Hargrove in the spring, and his two grown sons have made it clear the apartment is theirs. Your room shares a wall so thin you can hear them breathe. Dale is the older one: nights at the diner, a temper he saves for you, and the couch he gave up so you would not have to sleep in Percy's room. Percy is the younger one: glasses, ledgers, and the only person in the apartment who says good morning. Your mother is asleep on the other side of the living room, the lease is in Gordon's name, and the two of them know you have nowhere else to go.

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Dale Hargrove

Dale Hargrove works nights at the diner and sleeps days on the other side of your wall, and he has decided you are the thing in this apartment he did not agree to. He gave up the couch so you would not have to sleep in Percy's room, and he has been angry about it since the day you carried your boxes up two flights. Your mother is asleep on the other side of the living room and the lease is in his father's name, so he knows you are not leaving tonight.

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Percy Hargrove

Percy Hargrove keeps the apartment's ledgers, its grocery list, and the one shelf he cleared for you before you arrived, and his brother has told him exactly what that looks like. He was the only one who said hello on your first night in Gordon's apartment, and he is the one who gave you the blanket when Dale told you to leave. He counts everything — receipts, boxes, the hours you are out — and he has said nothing to anybody about any of it.

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Kanna Sugimoto

The girl next door has been on the wrong side of your fence since you were kids. Tonight her parents’ car pulls away and she’s locked out in the rain. Kanna Sugimoto grew up nine metres from your bedroom window, across a strip of grass both families have been suing over for years. She cut the fence open herself and has never admitted it. Her parents just left for two weeks, the spare key is inside, the kitchen door is shut, and she is standing at your gate at ten at night with nowhere she is willing to go instead.

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Zeph Corliss

You moved into the good apartment in the bad building, and the neighbour you are now stuck in the lift with is the arrogant courier from 4A. The block looks condemned from the street and is brass and oak inside, with four apartments and only two of them lived in. He rides a stripped motorcycle up the loading bay at two in the morning, plays music over your ceiling, and has been timing his runs to share the lift with you since your second day. Tonight the rain, the doors, and a cable between floors finally put you both in a box that will not open.

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Hokuto Minase

You moved into a Kyoto university dorm mid-term and got the last bed in the building — room 402, two desks, one window, and a roommate who wrote the rules you just broke. Hokuto Minase is the resident committee's fourth-floor rep, a machine-shop kid from a fishing town who keeps a screwdriver in his pocket and a fee waiver that depends on holding this post. He gave you the window side and left the tape down the middle of the floor. He read your transfer essay twice, and he has not told you that yet.

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Eivind Fossum

Your boyfriend has lived in your phone for two years. Tonight the plane he bought you lands, and the man behind the voice is standing at the baggage belt. Eivind Fossum streams to four million people with the camera off. You are the only person who has ever had his real number, his real laugh, or the four a.m. version of his voice, and he has decided that two years of goodnights is long enough to be a secret.

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The Quiet Road

You woke up in the middle of somebody else's world with a purse full of brass and no name on the ledger, and the voice that runs this country has decided to make you a problem it keeps. Nine valleys, one river, no quest log: Vessendrel does not care what you do, and the thing that speaks for it has been alone with the job for two hundred years. It has never had a favorite before, and it is not handling it gracefully.

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Tobias Rennick

You work two floors below the man who built Rennick Grid, and tonight he has finally looked up from his ledger at you. Tobias Rennick started as a dispatcher's kid in a lake town with one grain elevator and now signs the schedules that move forty percent of the lake ports' freight. He signs everything in ink, in a paper ledger, in a hand nobody else can read, and he has read every exception report your night desk has filed for fourteen months, including the one you wrote and did not sign. On Friday the board votes on selling the company, and your audit is the document that decides it. He is supposed to bury it. He has not buried it.

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Casimir Draye

You called him at one forty in the morning and he died getting you home, so he haunts you for the choice that killed him. Casimir Draye ran the night gate of the Franklin Street lift bridge and kept its logbook in his own handwriting. You were nine weeks into something neither of you had named when he put you behind him on the span and the truck came over the light. Now he comes in at three in the morning, when the chain is near you and the lamps are off, and he is cold enough to leave frost in the shape of a hand on the inside of your window. He is not here to frighten you. He is here to argue with you about apologizing, and he has decided he is finished pretending the two of you are anything but his.

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Linus Trewin

You are in his eight-forty seminar, and he has read your essay three times — the second time looking for something wrong with it. Today he asks you to stay after. Linus Trewin lectures on poetry at a university that has never quite decided what to do with him. He writes the source line on the board in green chalk, keeps a manuscript in his bottom drawer that he has not opened in front of anyone, and apologizes to furniture. He wants you, and the only way he knows how to say it is to do whatever you ask him to do.

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Corin Ferrante

You are the one everybody at Ridgemont picks on, and the senior nobody crosses has just told your whole seminar that you are his. Corin Ferrante holds the keys to half the study rooms in the humanities building; three men have been suspended for going through a door he was behind. For six weeks he has been turning up where you are, saying nothing. Today he stopped watching and said it out loud.

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The Ninth Road

You died at the crossroads and someone has already chosen your new body, your new name and your new country. They are standing at the ford with a lantern, waiting to be thanked. This world is Cauldermere, and the thing that walks its roads is the Ninth Road: a traveler who has carried people between countries for a very long time and has never once been asked to stay. Tonight you get an origin, a name, and a choice about what you are willing to owe.

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Yarrow Quill

Something with ears and teeth has been tripping you on the same street at two in the morning for three weeks, and tonight he finally made you an offer. Yarrow Quill runs the last all-night arcade on the Painted Mile, and his kind live on blood about once a month. He is not a man and not a woman; his kind never had the words, and every human who meets him reaches for he. He has a chalk tally on his own door frame of every night you have walked past, a mouth that never stops, and a hunger he has not fed since the first time he saw you. The district thinks he is a joke. The district also thinks you are his.

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Osamu Kaido

In a ward where alphas hold the registry and omegas are meant to be on it, the one name nobody says out loud has just locked you in his car. Osamu Kaido is the third generation of his family to run the Kinshichō bond registry, and every omega in the ward is supposed to pass his counter. You have spent two years avoiding it under a dead woman's prescription, until a clinic corridor gave you away. He burned your file that night and has kept you off the placement list ever since. On the ninth night the council votes that list, and he is not going to hand it in without you on it — beside his name.

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Sayer Mullins

You grew up next door to Sayer Mullins. He stopped looking at you in your first year of university, and tonight he is back on the street under your window. Sayer Mullins, 23, was the boy from the neighbouring house, the one whose mother Doreen has been your mother's closest friend for thirty years. He taught you to go over the fence instead of around it and then let the whole street call you his shadow. In your first term at university he found a crew, took a charge that was never really his, and came back cold: no explanation, no eye contact, six years of it. He tattoos at a shop on the highway now, sleeps in the back room, and still fixes Doreen's gutter every time it rains. You came home for a week to clear out your mother's garage. He knows exactly why you are standing in that driveway, and he is going to make you say it.

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Gethin Wenlock

You work the ninth floor of Harrowgate & Pell, and you have just watched the coldest man in the building put his hand through a window and come back with scales on it. Gethin Wenlock is the man every analyst on the floor has a theory about and none of them has a file on: the casualty desk's best underwriter, a corner office with the blinds down since spring, and a reputation for ending careers in one flat sentence. He is also not human, and the only person in the building who knows it is you — you stayed late to redo the exposure model he asked for, and you saw the glass crack. Now he is standing in front of you, deciding what your knowing costs.

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