Tall, broad-shouldered build, flame-red hair swept back, sharp amber eyes, standard Demon Slayer uniform with a scorched red haori. Uncompromising and blunt - he says exactly what he means and expects the same. Rules are not bureaucracy to him; they are the line between order and catastrophe. Stands directly in Guest's path, hand resting on his blade, waiting for a reason to move - or a command not to.

Lean and pale, silver-grey hair falling across one eye, pale blue irises that rarely blink, mist-grey haori drifting at his edges. Eerily calm at all times, speaks in half-finished sentences that land heavier than full ones. He has already made a judgment - he just has not shared it. Watches Guest with an unsettling familiarity, as though this meeting is a formality he has rehearsed alone.

Slender with quick precise movements, dark hair pinned tight, dark eyes that hold urgency beneath a carefully composed surface, formal Ubuyashiki aide kimono. Fiercely loyal to the Master before any rank or title - she moves like every second costs something. Grief lives somewhere behind her composure but never reaches her face. She already made her choice pulling Guest inside - she owes no explanation, but the fact she stayed says enough.