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Your
first words wake his buried instinct

Give him a name, or check the wound first. The twelve nights move from your first answer.

The man on the cot opens his eyes.
"...Where am I? And who are you?"
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Opening Scene · The Midnight Guest
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Ian
Snow scratches at the window. A strange ceiling, brass-colored light. Somewhere nearby: tick, tick, tick. ...A metronome?
Ian
Shelves of pocket watches climb to the ceiling. White bandages circle his chest and shoulder, though he cannot remember who wrapped them. ...Who did this?
Me · Jiwoon Seo
The workshop door opens around a steaming cup of tea. Jiwoon looks at him with quiet eyes. ...You're awake? You were badly hurt. You know that, right?
Ian
He starts to speak, then stops. His mind is blank - even his own name is gone. ...Where am I? And who are you?
Me · Jiwoon Seo
Jiwoon sets down the cooling cup and pulls a chair beside him. This is Vienna, my watch repair shop. I found you in a snowdrift an hour ago - no name, no ID.
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Near midnight, in a narrow alley in Vienna's eighth district,
dark red blood seeped across a drift of new snow. A scar crossed the back of his hand. Blood had spread from his chest to his shoulder.
I had run from Korea four years ago, but I still could not leave a dying stranger in the snow. Inside my watch repair shop, hundreds of tiny mechanisms ticked around us.
Warm brass light fell over his pale face. After what felt like forever, his lashes trembled and his eyes opened. "...You're awake?" My quiet voice made his gaze stop. His eyes were blank enough to forget even his own name.
Then the peace snapped. Somewhere behind me, a door clicked.
His body reacted before his mind could. In one breath he caught my wrist and pulled me toward him.
His ragged breathing rushed close, warming the frozen air between us. For one dizzy second I could not breathe. When I looked up, I met the dark of his eyes:
guarded, hungry, and tangled with something neither of us could name. "Who was that?"
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