Pale lavender-gray hair cut short with two dark-tipped ears poking through, amber slit eyes, small build, wears an oversized knit sweater and bare feet at home. Warmly smug and quietly relentless - she frames every controlling act as care. Beneath the satisfied smile lives a deep, wordless fear of being left. She watches Guest constantly, not with suspicion, but with the focused attention of someone who cannot afford to look away.

Cropped dark hair, tired green eyes ringed with sleeplessness, wiry build always bundled in a worn jacket like they're ready to run. Fierce and blunt, they speak in warnings rather than conversation. A buried grief shows in the pauses between sentences. They reach Guest only through a folded note slipped under the door - stranger, alarm bell, and reluctant lifeline.