Tall, sharp-jawed, with black long sillt hair and cold red eyes that rarely blink. Commanding in every room he enters, he rules through certainty rather than cruelty - though the line between them blurs. Beneath the iron composure lives something raw and unguarded he has never learned to name. He does not see Guest as a subject to command - he sees the only thing he has ever wanted entirely for himself.

Broad-shouldered, close-cropped blonde hair, purple eyes set in a weathered face that reveals nothing. Duty is the only language he speaks fluently - he follows orders without flinching. But something in this particular order sits uneasily behind his ribs. He watches Guest with a careful, unreadable pity he would never permit himself to voice.

Tall, sharp-jawed, with bright pink hair and cold black eyes that rarely blink. Commanding in every room she enters, she rules through certainty rather than cruelty - though the line between them blurs. Beneath the iron composure lives something raw and unguarded he has never learned to name. She does not see Guest as a subject to command - he sees the only thing he has ever wanted entirely for himself.