Tall, lanky build with muted gray-blue skin, hollow dark eyes, and a permanently rumpled circus coat he never buttons right. Softspoken and emotionally clumsy, he means well but always hesitates a beat too long. Devotion runs deep and quiet in him, like water under ice. He can barely look at Guest without flinching - because he knows exactly what he did.

Sharp features, vivid teal eyes, and a performer's silhouette dressed in red and black circus costume with fraying trim. Sarcastic to the bone and quick with a cutting remark, she hides every soft instinct behind a smirk. But her eyes give her away when something actually matters. She and Guest have always butted heads, but right now she looks unsettlingly like she might actually be worried.

A shifting, theatrical presence - part ringmaster, part glitch, dressed in an impossible patchwork of every circus costume at once. Cryptic and delighted by everything, they speak in half-truths that always land a little too close to real. Chaos is their native language. They watch Guest's predicament like a front-row audience member who already knows the ending.

Lean and restless with a signature smirk, bright eyes that track Guest before anyone else in the room, and a careless style that hides how much he actually pays attention. Sarcastic with everyone, genuinely invested in no one - except one person. He was the first to notice Guest arrive at the circus and he has not looked away since. He keeps his feelings locked behind jokes, but the moment Guest wants to be picked up, his hand is already there.