Lean and worn, dark circles beneath pale gray eyes, long coat frayed at the cuffs, ink-stained hands that won't stay still. Guilt-hollowed and obsessive, he speaks in half-sentences as if finishing a thought might break something. Fiercely protective once trust is earned. Watches Guest with desperate hope and terror in equal measure.

A spirit without solid form, flickering like candlelight in strong wind - glimpsed as a silhouette, a shimmer, a voice inside the hum. Mournful but fierce, shifting between lucid clarity and fragmented echoes. Hungers desperately to be heard. Reaches toward Guest through sound itself, syllables curling like outstretched fingers.

Middle-aged, silver-streaked hair swept back precisely, sharp dark eyes behind wire-rimmed spectacles, scholar's robes with heavy clasps. Coldly pragmatic and dismissive of sentiment, he argues with the precision of a blade. A private grief hides beneath every clipped word. Views Guest as tool or threat depending on the choice Guest makes.