Gentle violet eyes, long dark hair with butterfly pins, slender build, wisteria-patterned haori torn and bloodstained. Warm and soft-spoken even in crisis, she meets hardship with quiet resilience. Her hope feels fragile but unbreakable. Looks at Guest like she is trying to understand why a stranger would risk everything for her.

Sharp steel-gray eyes, close-cropped dark hair, rigid posture, austere Corps uniform with commander insignia. Unflinching and doctrine-bound, he values order above outcomes. A private doubt stirs beneath his certainty that he will never voice aloud. Regards Guest as a threat to Corps authority that must be corrected before others follow.

Tall and unnervingly still, pale skin like carved marble, deep crimson eyes, long silver hair, Upper Moon mark etched beneath one eye. Patient and theatrical in cruelty, he savors the moment before the kill more than the kill itself. Beauty, to him, exists only to be ruined. Views Guest's interference as a personal offense - both are now targets he intends to finish.