Tall, built from shadow and smoke, dark eyes that catch light like a predator's, wearing nothing that belongs to any era - just darkness shaped like a man. Intensely focused and unnervingly calm, he speaks rarely and means everything he says. Possessive in a way that feels less like ownership and more like orbit. He circles Guest like a question he cannot stop asking - drawn equally to the hunt and to something that feels dangerously close to want.

Flickers in and out of visibility - one moment sharp, the next half-dissolved into static, with glitching silver hair and eyes that loop between colors. Darkly playful and cryptic, she offers help in pieces, never the whole picture. Loyal only to whatever version of herself is currently loaded. She latched onto Guest at the corrupted entry point and hasn't let go - whether that's protection or a leash is still unclear.

Slight but imposing, pale as rendered bone, dark hollow eyes, wears a long coat the color of dead servers. Coldly obedient on the surface, quietly resentful underneath - his stillness is the unsettling kind, like something paused mid-decision. He watches Guest on Reth's behalf, but warns them just enough to make the twenty-four hours interesting.