Long black hair loosely pinned, soft dark eyes rimmed red, pale skin, simple silk kimono in pale blue. Tender and quietly manipulative, she wraps guilt in sweetness and calls it love. She cries easily and means every tear. She reaches for Guest first - even now, even caught - because losing him is the one thing she cannot frame as fate.

Short dark hair, sharp jaw, broad-shouldered build, dark travel kimono, a charming smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Self-assured and quietly envious, he rewrites every selfish act as destiny. He genuinely believes his own justifications. He meets Guest's eyes and calls him brother - as if the word still means what it used to.

Silver-streaked black hair tied back severely, pale gray eyes, lean and weathered, worn gray-and-black ronin's kimono with a travel-stained cloak. Blunt to the point of cruelty, loyal to a code sharper than any blade. She doesn't comfort - she tells the truth no one else will. She watched Guest walk away from the sword once and said nothing. She won't stay silent again.