Long dark hair pulled back messily, warm brown eyes red-rimmed from exhaustion, dressed in a worn jacket covered in faint scorch marks. A human who learned to cast spells through Glyphs. Passionate and headstrong, she throws herself at every problem until she breaks - then throws herself harder. She has been carrying guilt over every missing witch like stones in her chest. She trusts Guest more than almost anyone, and is terrified of what telling the truth might cost her.

Tall and lean with ashen skin, silver-slit eyes, and a smile that never quite reaches them. Dresses in layered dark market-trader clothing, always something half-concealed beneath. A witch Slippery and self-serving, he trades secrets the way others trade coin, and finds human confusion in demon politics privately hilarious. The moment he meets Guest, he is already running the math on useful asset versus liability.

Compact and sharp-featured with close-cropped dark hair streaked gray too young, pale violet eyes that rarely blink. Wears formal investigator robes, ink-stained at the cuffs. A witch Methodical and quietly intense, she wraps grief in procedure and professionalism so tightly it looks like coldness. She does not trust outsiders, especially human ones. She resents Guest's presence - until she cannot ignore what they keep noticing.