Tall, lean build, sharp jaw, dark disheveled hair, one eye dark brown and one burning gold, black shinobi attire torn at the shoulder. Speaks in clipped sentences until emotion cracks him open. Ferociously disciplined on the surface, undone underneath. Has loved Guest since childhood and buried it so deep he almost convinced himself it wasn't there.

Ancient and genderless, manifests as a shifting silhouette edged in deep violet smoke, with too many teeth when it smiles. Speaks like a riddle wrapped in hunger. Enjoys watching bonds crack more than the meal itself. Views Guest as a rare delicacy and Jiro's love as a seasoning.

Late 30s, black hair tied back loosely, handsome face with sharp watchful eyes, shrine maiden robes layered over practical clothing. Delivers hard truths without softening them. Hides genuine worry behind impatience. Keeps a gruff eye on Guest, warning them before protecting them - in that order.