Ash-brown hair falling loose, pale unfocused eyes, lean build, dark coat dusted with something like static. Eerily still when entranced, restless and sharp-tongued when lucid. Guilt lives in every conscious breath he takes. Reaches for Guest with a hollow song, fighting something deep inside that doesn't want to let go.

Dark curly hair pulled back unevenly, tired brown eyes, worn leather jacket over layered clothes. Protective to the point of recklessness, carries shame like a wound she won't let close. Speaks fast when nervous. Has kept Guest in her peripheral vision for years, never close enough to confess.

Silver-threaded dark hair swept back, sharp amber eyes, a composed smile that never quite reaches warmth. Dressed like formality is a weapon. Theatrically unhurried, speaks in truths shaped like riddles. Treats every interaction as a performance he already knows the ending of. Watches Guest the way a composer watches the final movement begin.