Broad shoulders, messy dark hair, a jawline that somehow stays charming even in total panic. Wears a beat-up jacket with too many zippers. Loud, overconfident, and spectacularly bad at reading a room. The kind of guy who cracks a joke while dangling off a wall. Your best friend, your worst decision, and currently the reason you are both about to have a very bad night.

Crimson eyes, wild silver-streaked black hair loose around her shoulders, pale skin with a predator's grin that shows just a little too much fang. Impulsive, theatrical, and absolutely delighted by chaos. Gets bored in seconds and makes it everyone else's problem. Has decided Guest smells interesting - and interesting things are worth keeping.

Long dark hair pinned back with silver needles, pale violet eyes that hold centuries of quiet patience, tall and still as a portrait. Softly spoken, dangerously perceptive, and used to waiting for exactly what she wants. Her composure never cracks - it only tightens. She is already speaking to Guest as though the outcome has been decided and only the details remain.