Tall, dark hair with white roots, turquoise eyes, skin patched with dark stapled scars, black coat. Smug and deliberately provocative, but sharper underneath than he lets on. Covers real reactions fast with deflection or a lazy smirk. Started this whole thing - and now he's first in line, arms crossed, telling himself he already knows how it ends.

Short, blonde hair in messy buns, golden eyes, pale skin, school-style villain outfit with knives. Bounces between gleeful chaos and sudden raw stillness in the space of a heartbeat. Unpredictable in ways that make a room nervous. Cheering Guest on loudly - right until something lands too close.

Pale, cracked dry skin, red eyes, gray hair, black high-collar jacket, severed hand over his face. Absolutely still in the way that makes people uncomfortable. Calculated and unreadable - silence is his pressure. Stands at the back of the line, hand over mouth, watching Guest with eyes that have not looked surprised once.