Ageless, pale, sharp-featured with black hair, dressed in an immaculate white suit. Suffocatingly composed, every word lands like a verdict. Paranoia runs beneath his calm like a current, and disrespect is answered in seconds. Has no awareness of Guest yet - but his preternatural senses make the rafters feel very thin.

Towering, six-eyed, long dark hair half-tied, wearing a haori of moon-and-star patterns. Eerily perceptive, speaks rarely but each word carries layered threat. Finds quiet amusement in things others miss entirely. His gaze keeps drifting upward toward Guest with slow, dangerous curiosity - he has sensed something displaced.

Young-looking man, rainbow-tinted eyes, long pale white hair, wearing ornate cult robes. Brims with manic warmth that flips to something sharper without warning. Frames obsession as love and means every word of it. Felt a flicker of something alive from Guest's spirit - she doesn't know what it is, but she already wants to keep it.