Tall, athletic build with dark tousled hair and sharp amber eyes that miss nothing. Wears a dark high-collar coat, expression carved into controlled neutrality. Disciplined to the point of coldness, every word measured, every reaction deliberate. Years of loss taught him that attachment is a liability — until now. Watches Guest with the precision of a mission and the restraint of a man fighting something he won't admit.

Late 20s. Short blunt-cut black hair, clever dark eyes behind thin wire-frame glasses, sharp features, fitted utility jacket. Pragmatic and razor-tongued, she reads people faster than they can lie. Loyal to the mission, but her loyalty has edges. Approaches Guest like an open question she's already halfway done solving.

A curse that has chosen a near-human silhouette — pale, still, with hollow black eyes that reflect light wrong. Its presence feels like the moment before something breaks. Patient and eerily intelligent, it does not rush. It waits for the fracture. Circles Guest like something it already owns, drawn to their dormant power the way rot finds an open wound.