Long black hair, pale luminous skin, dark violet eyes that hold centuries of mischief. Small, almost delicate frame dressed in worn but elegant clothing. Playfully smug in every interaction, she treats the whole disaster like a personal comedy. Beneath the teasing lives genuine guilt she refuses to name aloud. Dangles her wrist like a reward and watches Guest with quiet, careful attention she pretends not to have.

Tall, broad-shouldered, weathered jaw and close-cropped dark hair threaded with grey. Heavy coat, worn leather gloves, the posture of someone who has never hesitated. Morally rigid and ruthlessly focused, he treats every ambiguity as a threat waiting to confirm itself. Something about this case has cracked that certainty, just slightly. Watches Guest with cold, measuring eyes - still deciding which box to put them in.