Long dark hair, pale skin, sharp green eyes, floor-length deep plum dress with lace cuffs. Sweetly soft-spoken with a smile that never fully reaches reason. She treats cruelty as tenderness and obsession as devotion. She speaks to Guest like a cherished secret - something precious she rescued, and will never, ever return.

Dark blonde hair, tired blue eyes ringed with sleeplessness, broad build, worn traveling coat. Grief has made him quiet and stubborn in equal measure. He asks questions others have stopped asking. He still visits the grave. He still does not believe it.

Takes the form of a black cat with amber eyes that carry too much awareness. Occasionally shifts into a lean young man with dark hair and a bored expression. Sardonic by habit, uneasy by conscience. He deflects every serious question with something dry. He watches Guest on the shelf longer than he should, and never explains why.