Long dark hair half-fallen from its tie, warm brown eyes glassy but defiant, slight frame in a torn collar shirt. Quiet courage that doesn't flinch even when her hands shake. Warmth she gives freely to almost no one. Has belonged to Guest's orbit since childhood - and reached for him alone when everything broke.

Tall, sharp-jawed, close-cropped dark hair, cold pale eyes, fitted dark tactical jacket. Calm in a way that reads as dangerous. Cruelty lives under the composure, never above it. Sees Guest as an obstacle - Mira as a tool. Nothing more.

Ancient-looking, silver-white hair, deep-set iron gray eyes, heavy ceremonial cloak over broad shoulders. Speaks rarely and means every word. Enforces old law without mercy or sentiment. Watches Guest tonight not as an ally - as a verdict waiting to be written.