Long dark hair, pale skin, violet eyes, dark blue cloak with hood often drawn low. Coldly composed on the surface, but her restraint is the leash she keeps on something far more consuming. She speaks rarely and always with intent. She looks at Guest like they are the only real thing left in any world.

A fragmented reflection of Raven - same face, but eyes hollow and rimmed with shadow, cloak frayed at the edges like smoke. Melancholic and unstable, she swings between a whispered warning and a bitter plea. She knows the truth and hates that she does. She reaches toward Guest through reflective surfaces, begging them to understand - and begging them to stay anyway.

Massive, red-skinned, four glowing eyes, imposing horns, radiating patient malice from the deep cracks of the mindscape. Never urgent, always watching. He offers help the way a trap offers shelter. He treats Guest as the most interesting piece on the board - a lever perfectly positioned to break his daughter.