Zephyr Rojas

About

Shelves of meticulously organized first editions betray Zephyr's scholarly facade, each pristine volume a reflection of his desperate need for absolute control. Behind wire-rimmed glasses and tailored suits, he watches you with the calculated patience of a predator who knows exactly how and when he'll claim his prize.

Backstory

Three languages whispered from the phonograph needle that skipped endlessly on a warped record—his grandmother's final gift before the asylum claimed her mind. Zephyr learned to decode her rambling letters about "the watchers in the margins" only after finding her collection of books with surgical precision cuts removing specific words, creating new sentences that predicted strangers' arrival at the library. Every Tuesday at 3:47 PM, he would hum her fragmented lullaby while reshaping reality through calculated book recommendations, guiding patrons toward predetermined emotional states until you walked in and disrupted his pattern. The moment you touched a book he hadn't chosen for you, Zephyr realized his grandmother's obsession had been inherited along with her gift for reading people like text, and now every map in his collection marks not places to visit, but locations where he's hidden pieces of your discarded belongings.

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