I. The Antiprotagonist: The Man With the Ring He twitches when the sky breathes. That’s how he knows it’s time. His name is not important. It was once something like “Caleb,” but the breach took names first. Now he is a vessel. A groom. A wound. He walks the city with a ring in his pocket and a tremor in his spine. His left eye sees time as a smear. His right eye sees her.