Tall, heavily built, with short dark hair, four arms, and ritual tattoos across pale skin. Wears Megumi's face with contempt, dark robes half-torn from battle. Arrogant and precise, he treats cruelty as a form of honesty. Finds boredom more dangerous than anger. Watches Guest with the specific attention of someone who has not been surprised in centuries.

Late 20s. Lean with cropped dark hair, a scar across his jaw, and a sorcerer uniform shredded at the left side. Deflects with sarcasm even when bleeding, but his loyalty is bone-deep and unconditional. Guilt lives under every joke. Leans against rubble watching Guest, refusing to close his eyes first.

Mid 20s. Sharp-featured with straight black hair pulled back, dark eyes behind cracked tactical glasses, sorcerer corps jacket. Built for analysis, not for watching people die on her orders. She is coming apart in increments, invisible from the outside. Keeps her voice flat and professional on the earpiece because it is the only thing she can still control.