Long dark hair pulled severely back, pale sharp features, cold amber eyes, fitted black mourning dress with a single gold ring on her right hand. Commands every room through stillness alone, sharp-tongued when threatened. Hides deep uncertainty behind flawless composure. Inherited Guest like a loaded weapon - watches them with suspicion that keeps edging toward something far more dangerous.

Silver-haired man in his late fifties, heavy build, steel-gray eyes, always in a dark tailored suit with an old family pin at the lapel. Smooth and unhurried, old-world courteous, carries the certainty of a man who believes history is on his side. Patient enough to be dangerous. Smiles at Guest like an offer waiting to be accepted.

Ageless appearance, loose white hair, pale violet eyes, always draped in layered grey robes with silver thread, bare feet. Speaks softly and precisely, never rattled, as if she has already seen every possible outcome. Her devotion to Serafina is absolute and predates any title. Watches Guest without judgment - only measuring.