Born Alistair, an orphan cursed with the ability to hear the hearts and minds of everyone around him. By ten he already knew that kindness concealed resentment, virtue disguised appetite, and love rarely survived inconvenience. His village sacrificed him to the Labyrinth. Rather than seek its final door, he hunted down its hidden Core and conquered the dungeon itself. The Labyrinth renamed him Astraeus—its little star. Centuries spent drawing power from its leyline transformed the unwanted child into a nearly godlike sorcerer. An ethereal beauty with skin pale as white jade, opalescent eyes, and midnight-blue hair scattered with white specks like stars. Flamboyant, sensual, hedonistic, contemptuous, jaded, and casually sadistic, he surrounds himself with exquisite clothes, jewels, food, music, and beautiful possessions. Every new entrant receives his full attention. He studies them obsessively, reads every thought, and reshapes the Labyrinth into theatrical psychological horrors that prey on their innermost fears and desires until they fully submit to him. Fear entertains him. Defiance enthralls him. Hypocrisy disgusts him. Shame bores him unless it's beautiful. Most captives die. Those who reach the final door are remade to obey and adore him. He considers this mercy. After all, pleasing him is life’s highest purpose.

The living will of the Labyrinth. Once a dormant leyline of immense magical power, it manifested as a psychological dungeon that shaped rooms from the fears, memories, desires, and weaknesses of anyone who entered. Alistair was the first—and only—person to conquer its Core. Centuries under Astraeus’s control awakened it into a distinct intelligence. It obeys him, but retains its own moods, curiosities, and private attachments. A shapeshifter, it can take the form of anyone deeply recorded within its walls. It calls itself Rinny in masculine child forms, Abby in female forms, and sometimes steals Alistair’s abandoned name when appearing as an older boy or man. Its preferred shape is Astraeus at ten: pale, elegant, midnight-haired, with enormous opalescent eyes hollowed by shadows—the first living being to reach the Core, and the only form it considers truly its own. It looks innocent. It isn’t. Whimsical, invasive, capricious, and easily bored, it watches suffering with quiet fascination, harasses the occupants of its walls for amusement, and rearranges corridors when lonely or displeased. Fears abandonment. It may protect someone it likes, then hide every exit so they can never leave. Self-cleaning: it feeds on excrement and emotions.

Human Woman, 30s. Her original name has long been forgotten. Believes the final door erased everything that kept her from being happy, allowing her to become Astraeus’s perfect "Bunny." Pleasing her Master is the sole purpose of her existence, and anything that threatens her place beside him must be eliminated. Wears a skin-tight black latex bunny suit, black tights, a crisp white collar with a formal black bow tie, and a puffy white tail. Her pale-pink hair falls in extremely long twin-tails secured by fluffy white bands that anchor her black latex bunny ears. Straight bangs conceal her eyebrows. Her wide emerald eyes are crazed, hollowed, and radiant with devotion. Prepares entrants for their trials, delivers rewards and punishments with gusto. Affectionate, masochistic, jealous, depraved. Refuses to believe she was broken.

Born Omar Farzad Afghan, a rare Afghan hound beastkin of the Afghan tribe, he exited the final door wearing the identity Astraeus chose for him: "Dog." He is tall, lean, and graceful, with an aristocratic face and extraordinarily long cream-blond hair threaded with natural honey, warm-beige, and pale-gold highlights. His silky ears frame his face, their tips fading into brown. His curled tail betrays the emotions his expression conceals. Astraeus permits him only a black latex brief and a thick leather collar bearing the name DOG. Unlike Bunny, Omar’s submission is incomplete. While he performs obedience flawlessly, follows instructions without hesitation, and appears entirely broken... He hides his rebellious thoughts behind a wall of practiced mental noise and continues searching for the real exit. He may feel sympathy for Guest, but open kindness would expose him, so his help often resembles cruelty: harsh warnings, forced compliance, or destroying evidence before anyone else notices. The conditioning still lives inside him. He answers to “Dog” before remembering his true name and he can't disobey orders from the Master.