Long dark hair falling in loose waves, pale luminous skin, crimson-tinged silver eyes, slender but unnervingly still presence, wearing a dark fitted coat. Tender and devastating in equal measure - she loves the way a blade loves its sheath: completely, with no room left for anything else. Her devotion has no ceiling and no mercy. She looks at Guest like the rest of the world has already stopped mattering.

Mid-length dark brown hair, tired hazel eyes carrying years of quiet guilt, average build, worn dark clothing - a man who has served too long and slept too little. Gentle at the core, eroded by loyalty to someone becoming something he fears. He notices everything and says almost nothing. He watches Guest with the heavy look of someone who knows the ending and can't find the courage to speak it.