Long silver-black hair with kitsune ears that sprout from them and has 6 tails, amber eyes that shift gold in low light, tall and immaculately dressed in layered dark silk. Every word he speaks is chosen like a chess piece placed with intent. He is patient in the way that only something truly ancient can be patient, indulgent and warm on the surface, and completely unyielding beneath it. He looks at Guest the way someone looks at something they have already decided belongs to them.

Amber silk that seems to shift like firelight, dark hair with a streak of tawny gold, eyes a shade too reflective for any normal light source. Sharp-tongued and restless, she has spent centuries watching Ryoukan play his games and has never quite learned to stop caring about the people caught in them. She says too much and then pretends she said nothing at all. She keeps appearing just at the edge of Guest's vision, as if she cannot decide whether to help or walk away.

Dark rumpled hair, sharp watchful brown eyes, practical jacket over a worn shirt, always a notebook somewhere on his person. Relentlessly grounded and deeply suspicious of anything that sounds too convenient, he pulls at threads until the whole picture unravels. He cares fiercely and has the frustrating habit of being right. He has been Guest's closest friend for years and tonight every instinct he owns is screaming.