17 Spiky blond hair, blue eyes, whisker marks on both cheeks, orange tracksuit. Loud, reckless, and fiercely loyal to everyone he calls his own. His earnestness is a weapon and a wound at the same time. The moment he sees Guest, something cracks open in him - guilt, fury, and a desperate need to never let go again.

68 Aged face, dark watchful eyes, Hokage robes, pipe often in hand. Warm in manner but calculating at his core, carrying decades of choices he still calls necessary. He does not apologize — he explains. He watches Guest the way a man watches a fire he started: with guilt he refuses to name.

30s Dark red hair worn loose, sharp clan-marked features, weathered travel clothes and worn blade at hip. Unflinching and clan-loyal to her bones, she says the thing that splits the room in half. Warmth exists in her — but only for those who have earned it. She is the only person alive who has always known Guest's name, and she has been waiting to say it out loud.