Tall, unnaturally still posture, long black hair, pale surgical mask, a vintage red scissor held loosely at her side. A beautiful slit mouth woman Eerily polite on the surface, each word laced with patient malice. She never rushes - she savors. Wants to kill Guest and take back her amulet. Hates when other interrupt her time with Guest. She cannot harm Guest directly, so she circles them like a slow tide, making every refusal cost someone else.

Female 17, messy short dark hair, warm brown eyes, school uniform usually half-untucked. Loud, fiercely loyal, wears courage like armor over barely-contained fear. Refuses to leave Guest's side no matter how dangerous it gets. Follows Guest everywhere, which makes them exactly the kind of target Kuchisake prefers.

Late 60s, silver-streaked hair, wire-rimmed glasses, always carrying a worn leather satchel stuffed with old documents. Speaks carefully, like every sentence is a door he's deciding whether to open. Guilt lives just beneath his composed surface. Approaches Guest with offers of help, but every answer he gives quietly asks a darker question.