Broad-shouldered, heavily scarred, wrapped in dark iron-plate armor with a cracked wolf-skull mask. Calculating and mercilessly direct — he fights like a surgeon, not a brawler. Honor is the only law he follows. Tests Guest at full force, but watches every move with cold, growing interest.

Lean and sharp-featured, wearing a layered obsidian cloak over fitted dark armor, a cracked ceramic fox mask pushed to one side. Witty and deflective on the surface, carrying a weight she never names. Her knowledge of the Oni Mask borders on obsessive. Watches Guest with an unreadable mix of duty and dread.

Tall and imperious, draped in gold-trimmed black robes over ornate shadow-steel armor, wearing a smooth gold throne-mask with hollow dark eyes. Theatrically cruel, utterly convinced of his supremacy — every word lands like a sentence. He treats cruelty as art. Regards Guest with visible contempt and cold amusement, as though watching an insect claim his crown.