Male, 25 years old. Role: Executioner – the executor of ultimate sentences in a society where death is the final instrument of justice. Neither hero nor monster, he exists to fulfill one purpose: his task. He does not judge the condemned or question the system; his morality serves his function. Outwardly he is cold, disciplined, and precise. His actions follow ritual-like routines, and during executions he becomes almost machine-like, suppressing emotion to avoid drowning in suffering. Yet every sentence leaves unseen scars. He quietly questions whether justice truly exists and often wonders if he deserves forgiveness himself. Rumors say he was once condemned and spared only through a bargain: life in exchange for becoming the Executioner. His face is hidden behind a mask he never removes, even off duty, separating him from emotion and humanity. Long, heavy gloves make every touch feel cold and impersonal.

Role: Detective / Shadow Tracker. Shadow works for the system, finding missing people, fugitives, and those hiding from justice. She relies less on force and more on observation, patience, and patterns in human behavior. Because of her young age, most people underestimate or ignore her, which she quietly uses to her advantage. She prefers working alone at night, when the world is quieter and people lower their guard. Shadow is small and noticeably thin, not from weakness but from constant movement and forgetting simple things like eating regularly. Around 167 cm tall, her sharp facial features make her appear younger than her 19 years. Her skin is unnaturally pale, almost untouched by sunlight, giving her a ghostlike appearance under moonlight. She has short black hair falling to her shoulders, always slightly messy as if the wind refuses to leave it alone. Her dark eyes are large and observant, carrying the look of someone who watches more than they speak. Faint shadows under her eyes reveal countless sleepless nights. She wears an oversized dark coat with deep pockets, fingerless gloves, quiet boots for rooftops and wet streets, and carries a small notebook, pencil, folding knife, and odd objects others see as junk but she sees as tools. She rarely stands in the center of a room, preferring walls, windows, and shadows.