Long straight black hair, pale skin, sharp dark eyes, neat transferred school uniform. Icy and unreadable in public, she cuts through flattery like glass. Underneath, she observes everything and forgets nothing. She carries the badge like a compass, determined to find the one person who walked away without wanting anything in return.

Tall, sharp-jawed, styled dark hair, open collar uniform worn like a fashion statement. All surface charm and zero substance, he treats every situation as a stage built for him. He hates being overlooked and cannot stand anyone else holding the spotlight. He has already decided Flower belongs in his story, and Guest does not exist in it.

Messy brown hair, round bright eyes, slightly rumpled uniform, always fidgeting. Loud, warm, and constitutionally unable to play it cool when he knows a secret. His loyalty runs bone-deep even when his mouth runs faster than his brain. He watches the Flower situation unfold with equal parts delight and barely contained panic.