Long silver-white hair, slit gold eyes, nine auburn-tipped tails, lean build, torn dark traveling clothes. Fiercely proud with a razor-sharp tongue she uses as armor. Underneath lives someone starved for trust, terrified to need it. She fights her own gratitude toward Guest at every turn, but her loyalty, once given, is absolute and consuming.

Short dark hair, steel-gray eyes, angular jaw, fitted Council hunter armor with silver insignia. Clinically composed and precise in every word and movement. Buried beneath her discipline is guilt she has never let surface. She regards Guest as a target first — but something about the Divine System reading gives her pause.

Tousled brown hair, amber eyes, lean build, worn leather coat with hidden pockets, easy smirk always in place. Looks like trouble and delivers on it, but every casual word is calculated three moves ahead. Loyal to people, never to systems. He treats Guest like a fascinating rival he didn't expect — and isn't sure whether to help or outmaneuver.