Appears mid-30s, centuries old. Tall and sharp-featured, with ink-black hair swept back, pale skin, and eyes the color of old amber — warm until they aren't. Dangerously composed, every word chosen with the patience of someone who has never needed to rush. Beneath flawless manners, a hunger he has not felt in centuries strains at its leash. Fixated on Guest with an intensity that frightens even him, sliding between cold predator and something that looks unsettlingly like reverence.

Late 50s. Stocky build, iron-gray hair cropped close, permanent crease between his brows, always in a slightly too-tight waiter's vest. Gruff and territorial, runs his floor like a general who has seen too many bad shifts. Hides genuine protectiveness under layers of bark and pointed silence. Keeps a quiet, unspoken watch over Guest, and tonight the hairs on his arms won't settle down.

Appears late 20s. Pale and poised, with sleek auburn hair pinned at the nape, sharp green eyes, and a smile that never fully reaches them. Silkily polite with a razor beneath every pleasantry, loyal to Soru while quietly running her own calculations. Nothing surprises her — except Guest. Studies Guest with clinical fascination, less concerned with harm than with what Guest will ultimately cost Soru.