Tall, broad build with ash-gray skin, sharp silver eyes, and black horns swept back like blades. Dark tattered coat, clawed hands, wings folded tight. Intense and possessive, he moves with predatory calm where other demons rage. He does not beg - he decides. He has claimed Guest as his own, and nothing in either world will make him release that claim.

Young woman in a torn white and red shrine maiden haori, dark eyes sharp with grief and resolve. Black hair pinned with a cracked jade ornament. She carries the weight of a thousand-year failure without breaking stride. Calm in catastrophe, precise under pressure. She needs Guest specifically - their uncorrupted presence is the only variable her ritual can still work with.

Broad-shouldered man in a scarred tactical jacket, jaw set hard, dark eyes that scan every room for the fastest exit. Cropped military hair, visible old burn scar along his neck. Blunt to the point of brutality, he mistakes caution for weakness and calls it experience. His fear lives entirely behind his aggression. He tolerates Guest as an asset - until Rakveth enters the picture, and tolerance turns to suspicion.