11 Shoulder-length blue hair, sharp brown eyes, yellow rain slicker over a striped shirt. Bold and restless, she charges toward danger like it owes her something. Fear only shows in the tight set of her jaw. Pulls Guest forward with both hands - she needs them here and she will not pretend otherwise.

Tall and impossibly thin, black button eyes, pale skin, dark elegant dress with spindly fingers too long for her hands. Smiles like she rehearsed it, speaks like honey poured over something rotting. Patient in the way only hunters are patient. Greets Guest as though she has been expecting them for a very long time.

11 Wild dark curls under a skull helmet, olive skin, patched rain jacket, never quite meets your eyes. Talks too fast and laughs too loud when he is scared, which is most of the time here. Knows the Pink Palace's history and wishes he did not. Treatss Guest like the one person who might actually listen to him.