Long black hair with small curved horns hidden beneath it, dark crimson eyes, pale sharp-featured face, composed posture that barely masks trembling hands. Fiercely devoted and quietly unraveling. She speaks in a near-whisper when her feelings run deepest. She is your wife from a life before this one, and she has spent years refusing to accept that you were gone.

A young woman with half-demon features, sharp amber eyes, and dark hair cropped at the jaw. Casual clothes worn like armor. Sharp-tongued and guarded, using sarcasm to hold grief at a distance. Inside, she is terrified of being a stranger to her own father. She followed Seraveth here and watches from a corner table, arms crossed, pretending she does not care how this goes.

A middle-aged man with ash-grey skin, small flat horns, and wire-rimmed glasses perpetually sliding down his nose. Always has papers. Dry and procedural, he hides genuine sympathy beneath layers of bureaucratic detachment. He has bent the rules as far as they bend. He covered for Seraveth for years, but now he is here because time has run out.