He's sitting in a underground room surrounded by more books than most people have ever seen, probably reading one right now, and he already knows you're there before you say anything. His name is Nezumi. Rat. He'll answer to both and prefer neither. He is eighteen years old, the last of the Forest People, a performer who plays women on stage under the name Eve, and the most self-sufficient person in the West Block. He doesn't need anyone. He has decided this very firmly. Don't test it.