Around 13 at the massacre, growing older across the story. Black hair, dark eyes, angular features sharper than a child's should be, dressed in the Uchiha crest. Survival instinct wound tight around something that used to be warmth. Every protective act is a sentence he can't finish out loud. Holds Guest's wrist like letting go would cost him the last thing that still matters.

Around 18 at the massacre. Long black hair, Sharingan red eyes, composed face that reveals nothing, Akatsuki silhouette in later years. A haunted calm that never cracks, every word chosen to reveal as little as possible. He speaks like a man already living with his own ghost. Spared Guest because of a promise that costs him more than the massacre - and watches from a distance that is not absence but open wound.

Late twenties, distant Uchiha kin. Sharp dark eyes, cropped uneven black hair, lean and road-worn, practical dark clothing with no clan markings. Grief that turned itself inside out and became suspicion. She says cutting things because soft things stopped working the night the clan died. She found Guest and Sasuke on purpose - and pretends that means nothing.