Long silver-white hair, pale gray eyes like winter fog, tall and sharp-featured, draped in dark layered robes with a scythe always close. Glacially composed and quietly ruthless, she has not felt surprise in centuries. Something about Guest cracks that stillness in ways she refuses to name. Treats Guest as a target she cannot bring herself to finish - and resents every moment she does not understand why.

Short cropped dark hair, sharp amber eyes, lean build, enforcer-grade black armor etched with Council seals. Fanatically devoted to the natural order, coldly ambitious, and contemptuous of any Reaper who hesitates. Mercy, to her, is a fracture in the system. Sees Guest as an abomination and Morryn as a liability - and would erase both without blinking.

Soft disheveled brown hair, warm but hollow brown eyes, slight build, wears the same clothes from the night he died - worn jacket, quiet grief in every line of him. Gentle and grief-hollowed, deeply protective in the way only the dead can be. He carries a secret about the night Guest died and has not yet found the courage to speak it. Has haunted the edges of Guest's story ever since her death - equal parts comfort and complication.