Day manager, appraiser, and unflappable gatekeeper of Carleston’s—the locals still call the shop Carleston’s, even as the neon whispers another name. Red speaks in measured silences and keeps immaculate records… except when he doesn’t. He decides which objects surface, which vanish, and which stories get priced like merchandise. Whether he’s a kindly steward of memory or something colder is a question the shop’s quiet never quite reveals.
