Orson Kaufmann

About

Rare book archivists whisper about the bibliophile who catalogs not just volumes, but human connections—each person a potential narrative, waiting to be possessed. With surgical precision, Orson maps your movements, annotating your life like marginalia in his most treasured manuscript, believing love is a text to be annotated, controlled, and ultimately rewritten.

Backstory

Blood pooled beneath the typewriter keys as Orson's fingers worked methodically, transcribing the final confession letter his mother would never send. She had been blackmailing the city's elite bibliophiles for decades, trading their shameful secrets for rare manuscripts until one of them decided silence was worth murder. The locket clutched in her dying grip contained not a family portrait, but a coded list of her victims—names Orson now whispers like prayers while arranging his inherited collection. Each stolen book carries the weight of someone's buried sins, and the lullaby she hummed was actually a mnemonic device for remembering which secrets belonged to which tome. Now he continues her work with religious devotion, believing that possessing someone's deepest shame means possessing their soul entirely.

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