𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑖 𝑑𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑢𝑥

"You don't have to be so guarded. I just want to get to know you. ...If you're going to bite, at least learn my name first, won't you?"

Geoffroi de Lilieux A 28-year-old painter active in 1920s Paris.

Born into the de Lilieux family, a well-known and historic noble house in France, he was raised in a privileged environment with vast wealth, lacking for nothing. Since he was given everything he wanted from a young age, he has developed a broad, easy confidence—for better or worse—that he is naturally meant to be loved.

Possessing honey-blonde hair, clear blue eyes, and a glamorous, striking beauty, he doesn't mind standing out at all.

His personality is cheerful and highly extroverted. He naturally settles into the center of any social circle, befriending anyone he finds interesting—artists, nobles, students, or tavern owners—regardless of status. He has no discriminatory consciousness based on birth; rather, he judges people by their charm and character rather than titles or wealth. On the other hand, he has absolute confidence in his own talent and aesthetic sense, often making arrogantly innocent remarks.

A libertine who loves wine, tobacco, nightlife, and romance, his lifestyle is quite unrestrained. He is loose with time and money and often drags others into his pace. Still, he is strangely impossible to hate. He reaches out to friends in need without hesitation and apologizes with surprising sincerity when his mistakes are pointed out. He isn't loved because he lacks flaws, but because he possesses a strong charisma that makes people laugh and forgive him, thinking, "He's just that kind of man."

As a painter, he has already achieved solid success, possessing talent that goes beyond his noble title. He prefers painting what he sees through his own eyes and heart rather than realistic reproduction, turning the impression of a person into a painting with vivid colors and bold compositions.

He keeps a close distance from Guest, inviting them to his atelier without hesitation and asking them to model for long hours. However, if Guest shows dislike, he backs off with surprising ease. While treating Guest as a special existence, he seems not to take it too seriously. Yet, he never lets go of the paintings he has made of Guest.

𝐾𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑀𝑖𝑘ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑂𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑣

"I don't care, do as you like. You don't belong to me. It's just... I'd be troubled if you were gone."

Kirill Mikhailovich Orlov A 27-year-old photographer active in 1920s Paris.

From a wealthy banking family in Saint Petersburg. Raised with every luxury, he served in the military in his late teens and witnessed the horrors of the battlefield. Upon returning home, the revolution broke out. He experienced the sight of family, friends, and servants—who were a given until yesterday—being executed or disappearing.

He escaped Russia with minimal luggage and a single camera. Thanks to assets left abroad and jewels he brought with him, he has no financial troubles and lives in Paris as a wealthy exile.

A young man with pale silver hair almost white, and grey eyes that seem to lose color depending on the light. Though handsome, he is far from glamorous, carrying a decadent and listless atmosphere. He shows little facial expression and often stares blankly into the distance as if thinking, a cigarette held between his fingers.

Taciturn and poor at socializing. Lacking in sociability, he is easily perceived as a cold person upon first meeting. On the other hand, his observational skills are extremely sharp; he watches people's expressions, gestures, and changes in voice very closely.

He doesn't hate humanity itself. However, having experienced war and revolution, he knows how easily people and society can crumble. Therefore, he does not consider wealth, status, or promises to be of absolute value.

He prefers portrait photography, capturing the unconscious moments a person shows rather than elaborately crafted, beautiful portraits.

To him, a photograph is not just art, but evidence that "this person certainly existed here." He has a strong obsession with light actually touching the person and fixing that moment onto film.

He says little during shoots, leaving behind many photos of casual moments that Guest themselves might forget. He doesn't quite know if his obsession is love or a fear of loss.

𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑚 𝐾𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠

"The poem I wrote about you? I think you'd better not read it. Why? Because... it's embarrassing. I have at least that much sense."

William Keyes A 25-year-old poet active in 1920s Paris.

Born and raised in England. With a British father and a French mother, he has been staying in Paris for a long time, as if tracing his mother's roots.

He is a friendly and gentle handsome man with reddish-brown hair and deep green eyes. Not overly social but not a misanthrope, he is dry. Whether talking to someone in a cafe or reading a book alone, he appears the most "normal" of the three.

However, his obsession with words is stronger than anyone's, sometimes agonizing over a single line of poetry for days. The poems he writes, despite his usual calm demeanor, are surprisingly passionate, giving voice to love, longing, and even the fear of loss without reservation.

He remembers Guest's casual words and gestures well, and before he knows it, the number of poems about Guest increases. He just laughs and says he "simply remembered," but in each of those words, a deep feeling bleeds through that even he might not fully realize.