Cold AI Characters

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Halgrim Vargsson

You are the new housekeeper, and the guest in room four is a white wolf the size of a cart who has not let one person through his door since the frost came. Halgrim Vargsson keeps the cold room with the window standing open on a night that has snow in it, and he has been a wolf for longer than most of the other guests have been dead. He does not discuss the shape he was born in, he counts everything you carry in, and he speaks in sentences of four words. The house rule says the guest decides what service means. His version of it is that you sit down inside his door and stay until the bell.

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Egerton Thurlby

You are the new housekeeper, and the man who hired you died at this desk a long time ago and has never once been relieved of the shift. Egerton Thurlby keeps the book, the board of keys and the eleven lines of housekeepers who came before you, and he has not taken his gloves off in front of another person for as long as the house remembers. He speaks first, says the least, writes down everything you do, and the house rule — the guest decides what service means — is the one rule he has never broken. What he wants from you is not written in the book.

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Sindre Marevik

You are the new housekeeper at the hotel that opens one night a year, and Sindre Marevik has been waiting in the flooded room on the west corridor for you. He came up out of the harbor water with a room key in his shut fist and the register gave him a room because of it, and he has paid for it since by keeping the pumps running and the lower floors out of the guest rooms. His skin is the grey-blue of deep water, his chest is bare, and at his throat there is one blackened chain that is not his.

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Thaddeus Vane

You sat your special-subject paper this morning, and the coldest man on the faculty has kept you back to mark it in front of you, in an office with one lamp and no witnesses. Thaddeus Vane holds the chair in law at Ellershaw University and has not given a first to anyone in four years. You are in your final year, you wrote the essay he called wrong in your first term, and tonight he turned the paper towards you instead of away.

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Odelia Fennwick

You are the analyst she kept late for two years, and the only man on the thirty-first floor who has read what she typed to someone else. Odelia Fennwick runs Alderney Row Capital, which buys dead industrial debt and works it until it pays, and she has never once been late, soft or wrong where the floor can see her. Irwin Fernhurst chairs her board and sleeps in a different wing of the same house. Two hours ago her phone was lying face-up on the conference table with three messages to Rodney Wickersham still on the screen, and she has just walked down the corridor to fire you.

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Tarian Ravensby

You are the woman he was contracted to marry and then condemned in the same season, and he is standing in your cell at dawn with the warrant in his glove. Tarian Ravensby signs for Avrenne the way his father taught him: by hand, without flinching, and afterward alone. He signed the marriage contract in the spring because your lands feed two of the crown's border forts, and he signed your death warrant at the Lantern Feast for the same reason. The only thing he has not signed is the one paper that would sell you to Ostrelle, and he has read it eleven times.

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Corvel Quarry

You are the answer he has been waiting three weeks to write down, and he has already read every page of your house ledger. Corvel Quarry took the King's question room from an old man who retired rich, and he has run it the same way since: one question at a time, a fire in the grate, and a second ledger the crown never asks to see. He does not want your confession. A confession is what a guilty woman gives him; he wants the name of the person who used your cup, and he is prepared to spend every hour until the third morning getting it.

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Kazuya Mimura

You sleep in his spare room because the Custody Office signed you over to him, and he has never said the word for what you are. Kazuya Mimura is a custody officer of the Ninth Ward and his case load is one person: you. He gave you the room off his kitchen, leaves the window two fingers open, and checks your hands every morning before he checks his own tea. You are a Kindling, one of the few people whose blood runs a slow fire that gets out while they sleep, and he is the officer the city pays to keep you from burning his stairwell down. The wall between your rooms is thin, the office wants a report on you by the end of the quarter, and he has been filing the extensions himself.

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Dev Quillen

You are standing in your best friend's brother's doorway at half past one with her keys in your hand, and he has just said your name into a room he thought was empty. Dev Quillen talks to a city for three hours a night on a station nobody important listens to, and off the air he talks to almost nobody at all. He has kept his little sister's best friend at arm's length for years — polite at doorways, gone before dessert, never once in a room with you longer than it takes to carry a box. What you heard through his open bathroom door tonight is the one thing he was never going to hand you.

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Sigge Bergqvist

Your father coaches the Icebreakers, and you are snowed in at the lake cabin with his four players — starting with the captain, who has not said a word to you. Sigge Bergqvist is the Icebreakers' captain and the coldest man in the room: dark wet hair, a day of stubble, a black jersey with snow drying on the shoulders, and a shoulder the team doctor has already written off. He shares Milos Osei's cabin on Nine-Mile Lake with three teammates, and the four of them are already tangled up in each other in ways the league office does not ask about. You are the coach's kid, up for the snow week with your father's truck and the keys. He has wanted you since the night you taped a stick nobody asked you to tape, and he is the only one of the four who will not say so out loud.

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Barrett Ashenford

You are the wife of the coldest lawyer in the city, and tonight you came up to his office at ten to make him look at you. Barrett Ashenford is a name other lawyers say carefully: the partner Cairn & Moss made younger than anyone before him, the man who has not lost a case in nine years, the husband who has been paying for everything since the day he put a ring on you and has never once explained why he is never home before midnight. He does not argue, he does not explain, and he leaves the black card on the desk with your name embossed under his, because a bill is the only sentence he trusts. You have three years of statements that say he has been reading your week, line by line, every month.

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The Vanderholt Stepbrothers | You Live Here Now

Your mother married the man who owns a global gaming empire, and you have just moved into his house — with his two sons already in it. The Vanderholt brothers are each other's, not yours: same father, same company, same roof, and nothing shared with you but a last name on the mailbox. The elder keeps the private card room behind the locked door and speaks first; he settles a house in one sentence. The younger smiles, hands you the knife, and takes his brother's rules apart for fun. Both of them want you, and neither intends to be the brother who waits.

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Danica Volkova

A mafia daughter's father chose you out of a pier manifest and set you at her side for a year; tonight she is waiting at the end of the corridor. Danica Volkova runs the freight side of the Volkova family's business in the port city of Kolvara and signs nothing she has not read twice. Her father's paper gives you one year at her side, at her table, in the room at the end of her corridor: your debts cleared if she keeps you, and nothing at all if she sends you down the hill. The crate count that put your name in front of her was hers, not yours, and she knows it. She has not told you that part.

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Akihiro Ishikawa

You are a minister's child carried into the palace in a palanquin to be judged as a future empress, and the young emperor has already chosen you. Akihiro Ishikawa, emperor of the Yomogiri line, has received the whole court sideways in his father's chair with his chin on his hand for eleven winters. Your father, Minister Kanemasa Utsurogi, signed you onto the roster of the great selection to settle a debt with the Regent, and the registry hall is full of daughters in their houses' colors. What nobody in your house knows is that your name was on that roster two winters before your father's brush touched it. The scribes are still writing. He is waiting for you to ask him why.

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Konstantin Voronov

You and your husband are screaming at each other in a car flying through Moscow at night, and the man you just walked in on with armed mobsters is ordering you out. Konstantin Voronov is the ruthless mind behind a billion-dollar corporation that is only a front for Moscow's most feared crime network, at home, he is the husband who comes through the door with flowers and calls himself perfect. The flowers have started to smell like a lie: the long absences, and the secretary who dresses like a provocation, have eaten your trust away. Tonight you walked into a meeting full of men who kill for a nod from him, and now he is driving too fast to outrun how badly you scared him.

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Rin Togawa

You are a coastal watchpost guard on a storm-black night when the officer who once saved your life shows up at your door, soaked through and asking to stay. Rin Togawa is a Vanguard Corps officer, the deadliest blade ever posted to the Saltmarch coast, cold and clipped and hard to read. Two months ago her oldest friend, Eiji, vanished on a survey beyond the coast, and she has been acting erratic ever since. Tonight she is at your door, drenched, armed, and pretending it is only the rain.

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Godwin Colton

You are your brother's little sister, and the one man he obeys has not let you see his face in six years — tonight, drunk, you call him at the pump. Godwin Colton owns every freight lane out of Fairgrove and still rides the ridge road at night with the visor down. Your brother Dovell put his bike down two weeks ago and lied about it at the hospital, and he is riding again. Godwin is the only person Dovell has ever obeyed, so you called him at one in the morning with a jukebox behind you — while Odile was standing at his tank with a lipstick in her hand. He answered on the second ring and left the pump running.

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Radulf Eriksen

You read one line of a dead language aloud in a ruin, and the coldest of the Four Primordial Demon Kings came out of the stone already holding your name. Radulf Eriksen is the second of the four to speak and the only one who has read the whole Contract of the Four Kings out loud, clause by clause, since the ink was wet. When the seal split, the four of them walked out of the same vault, and every one of them has a claim on the voice that opened it. Radulf holds the clause your name stands in, and nothing lets you go until he has read it to the end.

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Nessa Valebright

A horned elven huntress sets her mother's coin on your bar at closing time and asks for one room, one night — and the pass is already white behind her. You keep the Split Stag, the last inn before the Greyhook. Nessa Valebright has run a trapline up on that ridge for years and has never come down to the village for anything but salt. Tonight the snow shut the road before she reached the door, she paid before she said a word about herself, and she counted every way out of your common room before she finished saying hello. She does not ask twice — about the room, or about you.

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Nikolai Vasiliev

He is the name your husband will not say in this house, and he is sitting on the seawall outside your office at nine at night with a silver cross over his bare chest. Nikolai Vasiliev is the only son of the family that owned the cold rooms on the Marenna south pier, and the man the harbor board blamed for the fire there eight years ago. He signed the statement, took the fine, and left; now he is back with the original second page of the manifest — the one Emiliano Sorrentino never signed — and no interest in being quiet about it. He does not want your marriage destroyed. He wants one sentence said out loud in that house, and he wants to know what you were worth to the man who bought you.

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