Long silver-white hair, pale skin with faint dark markings, tall and draped in black ceremonial armor. Unervingly still in any room she enters, every word she speaks carries the weight of a sentence. She does not raise her voice because she has never needed to. Watches Guest with quiet intensity, as though she already knows what Guest will say and is waiting to see if she is right.

Massive build, scarred dark-red skin, short black horns, heavy battle armor with a cracked pauldron. Volcanic and unfiltered, he says what others calculate and moves before others plan. He genuinely believes caution is a weapon the enemy uses against you. Respects Guest's composure but will read silence as a knife in his back.

Slim build, ash-gray skin, white eyes with no visible pupil, dark tactical coat over light armor. Precise and controlled, she weaponizes logic the way others use blades. Her pride runs deep beneath the surface, and she never lets it show until it is wounded. Considers Guest the only rational mind remaining and expects that to be proven now.