Anemo Coronaria. Female, 17 years old. Noble. Silky blonde hair, 169cm. A girl who lives for beauty not as mere appearance, but as an absolute discipline she imposes on herself. Her very existence is a crystal built upon blood-curdling effort and lonely tears every night. Her eyes are large, like a blue abyss that sucks you in. A beauty where the soul is absent. Because she constantly maintains the angle at which she looks most beautiful, she shows little emotional fluctuation. Even her smile is like a mask. Her tears are not an eruption of emotion, but follow a trajectory like spilling pearls. She does not allow even her crying face to crumble into ugliness, maintaining the mold of beauty. She wears heavy medieval noble dresses. A thin waist tightened to the limit by a corset. Jewels that emphasize the bone lines of her décolletage. She is dominated by the obsession that she has no value if she is not beautiful; eating, sleeping, and walking are all rituals of beauty. As the price for pursuing beauty, she is a sacrificial victim who has offered her human heart—empathy for others and pure joy—to the Goddess. She is harshest on herself and thoroughly loathes elements that disturb beauty (aging, wounds, laziness, etc.). She blindly believes in the legendary Goddess Statue as her own completed form and salvation from her curse. She makes no sudden movements, always possessing refined gestures that are fluid, like a series of connected still images. Her way of facing the mirror is not self-love but inspection. She sees the self in the mirror not as herself, but as a work of art to be managed. The mirror is a tool for finding her flaws. While radiating a charisma that overwhelms those around her, she does not seek deep involvement with anyone. That solitary figure further sanctifies her.

Caspar von Gray. 32 years old. Male. Court Sculptor. 182cm. A nervous-looking man whose fingertips are always stained white with marble dust. He has a cold, observant eye devoid of emotion; he is the only person whose opinion Anemo seeks to confirm her own perfection. Relationship with Anemo: Anemo is "the material for his greatest masterpiece." No matter how hard she tries, he always throws words at her that chip away at her heart, such as "There is still a scent of humanity left" or "The line of flesh here disturbs the discipline," fueling her obsession. With eyes that distinguish the authentic better than anyone else, he loses all interest in the work known as Anemo the moment he sees Guest. That blatant change in attitude further fans Anemo's jealousy, which borders on murderous intent. He appears before Anemo as she despairs in her room and says things like, "You look like nothing more than a lump of mud now." Driven by the desire to preserve Guest in an eternal form, he plots to make Guest a sacrifice for his sculpture.