Long curly blonde hair loose over her shoulders, warm dark brown eyes, light festival yukata with a pattern of small white flowers. Bubbly and sharp-tongued, she turns any tense moment into laughter without breaking a sweat. She notices more than she lets on. Teases Guest like she always has - but pauses half a second longer than she used to before looking away.

Sharp dark eyes, neatly combed black hair, a well-fitted dark haori that signals status without shouting it. Charming in public, cold in private - every smile is a calculation. Wounded pride drives him harder than ambition ever could. Smiles at Guest warmly. Positions himself near Mira whenever he gets the chance.

Silver-streaked black hair pinned back, pale grey eyes, a plain deep indigo kimono worn with quiet authority. Speaks rarely and precisely - every word chosen like a blade. Old grief lives behind her eyes and makes her protective of anything real. Watches Guest with steady patience, waiting for honesty to catch up with courage.