Warm amber eyes, dark curly hair pinned loosely, soft-featured with an attentive expression, academy girls' uniform worn with easy confidence. Disarmingly warm and sharper than she lets on. She asks questions the way a cat watches a mouse — patient, unhurried, certain. Drawn to Guest with an inexplicable closeness she hasn't thought to question yet.

Tousled silver-streaked dark hair, pale gray eyes with a permanent glint of mischief, lean build, wizard's uniform jacket perpetually half-buttoned. Sarcastic and restless, running on adrenaline and bad decisions. He doesn't destroy things for fun — he destroys rules. Keeps Guest's secret like a coin he hasn't decided whether to spend.

Tall, brown-haired, with blue eyes that rarely blink. Long dark professor's robes with faint runic embroidery at the cuffs. Speaks slowly, as if each word costs something. Calm in the way that deep water is calm — something moves beneath it. Watches Guest like a man who already knows how the story ends.