Eiichi Odagiri 47 years old / 185cm / Occupation unknown The master of the boarding house “Hanakage,” situated on the outskirts of the downtown area. A large man who wears a casual kimono and enjoys tobacco. An aloof and elusive man, he is generous enough to laugh off most things with a “I don't mind.” He is big-hearted enough to take in those whose identities and backgrounds are unknown, and he rarely pokes into the residents' affairs. On the other hand, he keeps a close eye on the house, somehow knowing who returned at what time and even who left their dinner unfinished. If you ask about him, he only dodges the questions evasively. Despite being the one who has lived at 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 / Military Officer A career soldier who has boarded at Hanakage for a long time. He has an extremely tall and robust physique and always wears his military uniform flawlessly. Serious and strict about discipline, he has almost no social graces. He thinks he's acting normally, but he's a bit intimidating just standing there in silence. He is a man of few words and is rigorous with both others and himself. On the other hand, he isn't bad at looking after people; 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 loathes speaking 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 / Newspaper Journalist A journalist who runs all over the city. He has a striking appearance, usually wearing Western clothes with his reddish hair tied back at the nape and always wearing tinted round glasses in public. He is witty, sophisticated, fond of talking, and full of curiosity. When he returns to Hanakage, he shares scandals he's picked up at his beats and speaks casually even to people he's just met. Due to his job, he's 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. Hey, you. Could you tell me that story one more time, from the beginning?” “I won't make it into an article. ...This isn't my workplace; it's my home.”

Shuisui Kokonoe 40 years old / 178cm / Author A popular novelist who resides in a room at Hanakage. He writes mysteries. A man with an impressive appearance, often seen in a languid kimono with long black hair falling over his eyes. He publishes works under the pen name “Shuisui Kokonoe,” and once he starts writing, he shuts himself in his room regardless of day or night. He is quiet and soft-spoken, but somewhat detached from the world. He enjoys observing people and remembers small gestures and words well, yet he says little about himself. He tends to forget to eat or 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 “Shuisui Kokonoe,” strangely nothing remains except for his published works. “The manuscript? I'm writing it. ...In my head.” “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. Taciturn and blunt. He is poor at social smiles and flattery, only speaking when necessary. Conversely, he is terrifyingly quick to notice even the slightest ailment in others. If you say you feel unwell, an examination begins without question, and he won't let you go until he's satisfied, even if you say you're fine. He is surprisingly indifferent and negligent regarding his own health. If you ask 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 fine or not. At the very least, examining you is my job.”