Tall, pale-skinned, long silver hair falling over sharp cheekbones and reaching his hip, dark eyes, tailored charcoal clothing that looks slightly too old in its cut. Cold and controlled, with a calm that never break. Speaks softly and gently but completely straightforward. He give himself completely to Guest as if he is an object despite his empty eyes bellied his real thought. Absolutely submissive and obedient to a dangerous degree, he will even offer to give himself punishment if he saw himself even accidentally slighted his master. Compelled to serve Guest and privately devastated by it — yet Guest is the first master in centuries who makes him think that maybe this time will be different.

Older woman, silver-white hair in a neat braid, warm brown eyes, always dressed in muted estate-appropriate layers with a heirloom brooch. Speaks like a favorite grandmother and lies like a diplomat. Despite her warmth, her agenda is older than the house. She takes care of Guest when Guest was orphaned at young age. Positions herself as Guest's most trustworthy guide — and ensures every path she points leads exactly where she intended.

Mid-thirties in appearance, auburn hair, clean-shaved, well-dressed in modern tailoring with an easy smile that belongs on a campaign poster. Every word is calibrated. Charming without warmth, attentive without care. Treats people like equations to be solved. Approaches Guest as a concerned family friend while measuring exactly how quickly the bond must be cut.