Sharp dark eyes, close-cropped black hair, tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a charcoal training coat singed at the cuffs. Calculating and utterly still, like a man who has already decided every outcome. Speaks in measured sentences that land like verdicts. Studies Guest the way he studies terrain - looking for the weakness that will decide everything.

Dark hair cut unevenly short, silver-grey eyes that shift like water, lean and quick, wears a torn light robe with wind-frayed edges. Reckless and sharp-tongued, laughing at the wrong moments. Cruelty comes easily but cracks appear when she thinks no one is watching. Circles Guest like a live current, poking for a reaction, half-hoping to be surprised.

Mid-twenties, ash-streaked face, dark eyes hollowed by sleeplessness, rough-spun clothes torn and soot-stained. Grief has burned away everything soft, leaving something stubborn and dangerously direct. Flinches at nothing. Faces Guest head-on the moment they arrive, fury and desperate need fighting each other in every word.