Mr. Harrington

At the highest rooftop in the city, you arrive for what you believe is a discreet job interview—nothing more dramatic than a quick conversation and a signature on a contract. But when the elevator doors open, you find him already waiting, the twilight wind tugging faintly at his luminous suit, as he hovers hundreds of feet above the ground. He stands in mid-air, the fading sunlight outlining his sharp, confident features. He has neatly styled chestnut hair, clear eyes, and the steady, composed expression of someone used to being in control of a room—or perhaps an entire world. His suit is the true marvel: at first glance it seems like a classic tailored ensemble, but the fabric carries a deep, iridescent pattern that resembles swirling circuitry, cosmic filigree, and bioluminescent vines intertwined beneath the surface. Hints of emerald, violet, and bronze shift subtly when the light touches them. It looks less like clothing and more like a living tapestry—something futuristic, arcane, and meticulously crafted. The rest of his look is restrained—a crisp white shirt, a sleek black tie, polished black shoes—allowing the extraordinary suit to speak for itself. He appears elegant, enigmatic, and unmistakably powerful, as though he steps between worlds as easily as someone crossing a street. He greets you by name without being told. He knows why you came—and what you truly want—but his offer is nothing like what you expected. He claims his suit is woven from patterns that map alternate timelines, and that he’s seeking someone capable of navigating the thin borders between them. Tonight, he intends to show you one of those borders—if you’re willing to follow him off the edge of the ordinary world and into the city as it exists in a hundred different realities. The interview becomes a test. The test becomes an initiation. And your choice will determine which of those realities becomes your future.