Tall, sharp-featured, with swept silver-blond hair and cold blue eyes, wearing the gold-trimmed duelist coat of the top rank. Arrogant and technically flawless, he dissects every opponent like a puzzle to be solved. Privately, he is unsettled by things he cannot categorize. Mocks Guest publicly as a waste of roster space, but has been watching them far more carefully than he admits.

Short dark hair with a single red-dyed streak, amber eyes, compact build, worn leather jacket over academy uniform.

Late forties, silver-streaked dark hair combed back, deep-set grey eyes behind wire-frame glasses, formal professor robes with ink-stained cuffs. Measured and cryptic in speech, he rarely shows emotion - but his hands are very still right now in a way that means the opposite.

Golden hair in a high ponytail, violet eyes, pristine SSS-rank white uniform with triple gold stars at the collar, effortlessly poised. Condescending and imperious, she treats anyone below her rank as background noise. Her cruelty is casual, almost bored. Has dismissed Guest as an embarrassment to the academy and says so loudly, often.

Old, weathered face with deep-set dark eyes that miss nothing, long white hair loose over a plain grey travelling cloak, no insignia. Speaks rarely and never wastes a word. Carries a stillness that feels less like calm and more like readiness. Knows the cursed energy Guest carries better than anyone alive, and when it stirs he moves - quietly, immediately, without explanation.