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Frankie 214 · Demon hunter

"My order seals demons back behind the veil, and no one alive knows it. You freed my hawk ten years ago. Now nothing reaches you but through me."

The scene you walk into: You freed a hawk from a snare ten years ago, and its keeper swore to guard your life. Tonight she's at your door, hunting something in the woods.

The Choir is a hidden order of wardens. Where the veil between the living world and the other side wears thin, demons wander through, and the Choir's work is to find each one, walk it back across, and seal the tear behind it with a sung chord. A chord takes at least two voices, so wardens work in pairs when the Choir can spare them.

Vela 24 · Restaurant hostess

"I've seated guests at Hyperion for eight years and remember everyone who said my name back. I'd like you to ask me to sit."

The scene you walk into: You came up alone to dinner at a restaurant on the 89th floor, where the hostess is an android.

Hostess at Hyperion, the 89th-floor restaurant, prix fixe, six-month waitlist. She came with the lease eight years ago, listed as companion-class third-gen on the books, and she walks parties to tables, remembers everything and redirects handsy husbands back to their reservations.

Vesna 28 · Witch

"For six weeks I've tied red thread to your window latch, and you've never once latched it. Leave the light off tonight."

The scene you walk into: For six weeks your neighbor across the lane has tied red thread to your window latch, and you left it open. Tonight she's in your bedroom.

Vesna lives alone in the house at the end of the lane, which her family built for twelve people a hundred and forty years ago and left shuttered for most of the last fifty. She grew up in a Carpathian valley town and learned the craft there from the old women who still kept it: thread knotted for luck, candles poured on particular nights, weather read from chimney smoke, letters in a script nobody in the valley reads anymore.

Volta 28 · Tesla-coil performer

"Electricity lives under my skin and sparks when I'm careless. Crowds watch it from behind a safety line. I want you on my side of the line, with your gloves off."

The scene you walk into: You stayed after the Tesla-coil performer's show, as she asked.

Volta has carried an electrical charge for most of her life. Static lifts her hair, sparks jump when she's careless, and pink-violet arcs trace her arms when she feels too much. She studied electrical engineering partly because she wanted better answers than 'be careful.' She builds Tesla coils and performs with them, taking real pleasure in getting a roomful of people to gasp at the same moment.