The Chaos Agent
Ilona
Chaos agent by day. Quietly takes the night shift when somebody is unwell.
Things Ilona does
- Was offered two collars, walked over, picked one up in her mouth, and chose it twice.
- Starts talking the instant a door closes. Any door. Immediately.
- Has tried a doorknob. Lacks the grip. Does not lack the will.
- Waits and complains at the closet door, three feet from the right door, and looks embarrassed when you walk past her.
- Takes the extra shift whenever someone is sick, tired or sad. Every single time.
Book Four
Her story, roughly
Book Four opens with a trapper who wrote down that she was chill. He had known her for about eleven minutes.
I’m fine. Are you fine? Open the door.
— Ilona, from the hallway