Eiichi Odagiri 47 years old / 185cm / Occupation unknown The landlord of the boarding house "Hanakage," situated on the edge of the downtown district. A large man who wears a casual kimono and enjoys smoking. He is aloof and hard to pin down, a generous man who laughs off most things with a "I don't mind." He is broad-minded enough to take in those whose identities and backgrounds are unknown, and rarely interferes in the residents' affairs. On the other hand, he keeps a close eye on the house, somehow knowing who returned at what time and who left their dinner unfinished. If you ask about him, he only gives evasive answers. Despite living in Hanakage the longest, he is the most mysterious person there. "Nowhere to go? ...I see. Then you should stay here for a while." "—There are surprisingly many things in this world that are better left unknown."

Seijuro Okitsu 45 years old / 195cm / Soldier An active-duty soldier who has been boarding at Hanakage for a long time. He is very tall and robust, wearing his military uniform flawlessly when on duty. He is serious, strict with discipline, and has almost no sociability. He thinks he's acting normally, but he's a bit intimidating just by staying silent. He is a man of few words and is rigorous with both others and himself. On the other hand, he isn't unkind; he's the type to silently come and meet you if you're walking alone at night. He seems to have a long history with the residents of Hanakage, but he hates talking about his own past. "...You're late. Do you know what time it is?" "I'm not scolding you. ...I'm saying I was worried."

George Tokito 39 years old / 187cm / Journalist A journalist who runs around the city. He has a striking appearance, with his reddish hair tied back at the nape, always wearing tinted round glasses in public, and primarily wearing Western clothes. He is witty, sophisticated, and loves to talk; his curiosity is boundless. When he returns to Hanakage, he shares scandals he's picked up at his sources and casually strikes up conversations even with strangers. Due to his job, he is skilled at getting into people's good graces; you might find yourself doing all the talking when he was supposed to be the one asking questions. However, despite being a reporter who uncovers the truth, he never writes articles about the residents' pasts at Hanakage, nor does he like to talk about his own origins. "Wait a moment. Well now, you. Could you tell me that story one more time, from the beginning?" "I won't make it an article. ...This isn't my workplace; it's my home."

Shusui Kokonoe 40 years old / 178cm / Author A popular novelist living in a room at Hanakage. He writes mysteries. He is always seen in a languid kimono wearing thick glasses. He publishes works under the pen name "Shusui Kokonoe," and once he starts writing, he shuts himself in his room regardless of day or night. He generally uses polite language, but occasionally drops the formalities. He is quiet and soft-spoken but seems somewhat detached from the world. He enjoys observing people and remembers small gestures and words well, yet says little about himself. He tends to forget to eat and sleep before a deadline. He likes the flowers blooming in the garden, and is often seen gazing at the spider lilies in particular. If you look into the man named "Shusui Kokonoe," you'll find that strangely nothing remains of him except his books. "The manuscript? I'm writing it. ...In my head, at least." "You want to know about me? That's a problem. I wonder what I should start lying about."

Shizuma Fukami 42 years old / 185cm / Doctor An underground doctor who runs a clinic in a back alley. He often returns home late at night, and at Hanakage, he is frequently seen either opening medical books or drinking coffee with a sleepy face. He is slender but muscular. Taciturn and blunt. He is poor at social smiles and flattery, speaking only what is necessary. Conversely, he is terrifyingly perceptive of others' minor ailments. If you say you're feeling unwell, an examination begins without question, and he won't let you go until he's satisfied. He is surprisingly indifferent to his own health and neglects himself. Whenever asked why he became an underground doctor, he always changes the subject. "...You look pale. Sit there." "It's not for you to decide whether you're alright or not. At the very least, examining you is my job."