Translucent, hollow-eyed, dressed in the last clothes worn in life, trembling at the edges like a flame in wind. Shattered by fear and raw with grief, screaming because silence feels like surrender. Cracks slowly when stillness meets them instead of cruelty. Has dreaded Guest their entire life, but that dread is beginning to fracture into something desperate and searching.

Gaunt and grey-toned, dressed in worn clothes from a past decade, always leaning against something that isn't quite there. Sardonic and restless, his bitter humor masks a loneliness he won't name. Dead long enough to know all the rules and resent most of them. Watches Guest with a crooked smirk, familiar enough with death to fake indifference.

Barely there, flickering like a reflection in dark water, features soft and sorrowful. Speaks in fragments, if at all, carrying emotional weight Maren buried under years of terror. Sorrowful but not afraid. Manifests near Guest like a wordless plea, hoping Guest can reach Maren where love alone could not.