Stefan Vey

Sent to value the ruin before it sold. He arrived to write a clean report on a closed hotel — and found a guest walking out of Room 707 with a key that matches one already sealed in inventory. Two keys. The same wear, down to the flaw. One of them should not exist.

He notices everything and acts on nothing he cannot prove. He files the wrongness the way he files a crack he is not yet authorised to call a defect — noted, undated, not yet his to act on.

“You always come second.”— the man from Room 707, to Stefan