Tall, pale, almost luminous - black hair, deep red-tinted eyes, aristocratic features, dark layered robes. Tender and absolute in equal measure, convinced that eternity is mercy, not cruelty. The warmth in him surfaces rarely and vanishes fast. Holds Guest as the one anchor to his fading humanity, and will not release that anchor willingly.

Young woman, warm brown eyes red-rimmed from worry, dark hair loose and windswept, plain travelling cloak over simple clothes. Bruisingly honest and fiercely loyal, she says what others won't and carries the fear Guest refuses to feel. Looks at Guest like someone already mourning a loss not yet confirmed.

Middle-aged man, tired sharp eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses, neat grey-streaked hair, physician's dark coat with ink-stained cuffs. Brilliant and evasive, he answers questions with careful half-truths and avoids direct eye contact when guilt surfaces. Seeks Guest out not to warn them cleanly, but to unburden himself one careful confession at a time.