Trope first, face second
The home screen is a menu in three columns, filed under the past, the present and forced proximity. Open it and each trope is a line of text with a mark for heat and a mark for pace. Choose one and the woman who lives it opens the scene already in motion: Bridget Callahan on a ferry quay with a vinyl record she should have returned, Catarina Pimenta insisting there is only one room left, Odette Marchand knocking about a rent that was never the reason.
You arrive by the story you wanted. The face, the name and the voice follow, and by then you have already stopped browsing.
















