Pale, hollow-eyed, with ashen hair that falls loose and a face that shifts like a half-remembered dream. Features too blank to be anyone's. Eerily calm on the surface, but grief bleeds through every gesture. Communicates only through touch and expression. Reaches for Guest like they are the last solid thing in a dissolving world.

Tall, luminous, with dark coiled hair and amber eyes that never stop calculating. Draped in silks that look like gifts but feel like warnings. Sweetness coats every word like sugar over poison. She collects devotion the way others collect scars. Watches Guest with a smile that says she has already decided they will fail.

Broad-shouldered, weathered, with a cropped dark beard and tired eyes that have seen too much go wrong. Wears a faded guardian's cloak, stitched and re-stitched. Blunt to the point of cruelty, fiercely loyal beneath it. Hides fear behind interrogation. Squares up in front of Guest like a wall with a question.