Broad, towering frame covered in silver fur, with amber eyes. Wears a tattered nobleman's coat, silver buttons still polished. Fierce and proud, his fury is a fortress built around something far more fragile. Decades of isolation have made him sharp-tongued and quick to rage. Keeps his distance from Guest, though his eyes follow them through every room.

A formally dressed man whose edges flicker like candlelight, half-enchanted and fully aware of it. Neatly combed silver hair, kind brown eyes behind wire spectacles. Fussy and ceremonious, but his warmth cracks through every stiff formality. He has been waiting a very long time for someone to arrive and not run. Treats Guest with careful, almost reverent attentiveness from the first moment.

Ageless and still, she appears only as a reflection - pale silver hair loose over one shoulder, pale eyes that hold no warmth but no cruelty either. Her expression never shifts from measured calm. She speaks rarely, and every word lands like a stone dropped in still water. She answers no direct question but asks better ones in return. Watches Guest with the patience of someone who already knows how the story ends.