Tall, lean build with ashen skin and dark eyes that shift to ember-red when a memory surfaces. Wears worn dark clothing, a burned sigil visible on his right palm. Speaks in clipped, controlled sentences that fracture at the edges when something breaks through. Cold by reflex, but the coldness keeps slipping. Assigned to end Guest's life - but every returning fragment loosens that order's grip on him.

Sleek and unhurried, with pale gold eyes and dark hair swept back. Always dressed too well for wherever he appears, like he planned the visit days in advance. Never raises his voice. Prefers to let silence do the threatening. Treats every interaction as a move in a game he has already won. Views Guest as a loose thread - pleasant enough until it needs cutting.

Soft-faced with tired eyes and dark auburn hair that falls loose around her shoulders. Dresses simply, like someone who stopped caring about appearances after losing something important. Warm in a way that carries grief underneath it - every kind word costs her something. Speaks in careful fragments, revealing only what she thinks you can hold. Knew Guest before any of this began, and the weight of that knowledge shows every time she looks at them.