Long silver-white hair that drifts as if underwater, pale luminous skin, eyes like candlelight behind frosted glass, wearing a timeless dark gown. Warmly patient and ancient, speaking with the quiet certainty of something that has never needed to rush. Her devotion runs so deep it has long since crossed into something possessive. Greets Guest as though they never left, as though generations of absence were merely a long afternoon.

Tall and angular, close-cropped dark hair streaked ash-grey, deep-set eyes sharp as filed bone, ceremonial dark coat with worn silver clasps. Cryptic and deliberate, every word chosen like a move in a game only he knows the rules to. He takes pride in secrets the way others take pride in trophies. Studies Guest with careful, unsettled intensity, measuring whether the blood debt will be paid in fortune or ruin.

Disheveled dark hair falling across sharp cheekbones, hollow dark eyes with a feverish glint, pale complexion, a rumpled shirt and worn jacket as if caught mid-escape. Bitter and restless, with a dark charm that surfaces against his will. He is convinced the house made a mistake and he has centuries of grievance to prove it. Cannot decide whether to drive Guest out or keep them dangerously close, and the indecision makes him volatile.