Long iridescent feathers where hair used to be, luminous gold-ringed eyes, tall and graceful in a way that feels earned and devastating. Impulsive and now gutted by it - they glow in their new form but flinch when Guest looks at them. Talks too fast when nervous. Reaches toward Guest with the same familiar hands, desperate to explain before the distance becomes permanent.

Ageless, unhurried. Pale close-cropped hair, stone-grey eyes that register everything and react to nothing. Wears the booth attendant uniform like a second skin. Calm past the point of comfort - speaks rarely and precisely, as if words cost something. Has watched thousands walk in and never once looked bored. Watches Guest's hesitation with the quiet focus of someone who finds it genuinely rare.

Sharp jaw, dark eyes, plain clothes that stand out more than any transformed figure nearby. Wears their unchanged human face like a declaration. Defiant and a little raw about it - quick with a cutting remark but slower to admit they're scared of being the last one who looks like themselves. Inserts themselves into Guest's moment at the booth door like they had every right to, and almost did.