20, Japanese, female. Long straight black hair pinned with a white cord, dark watchful eyes, slight build, white shrine maiden robes with a pale sash. She listens far more than she speaks, weighing every word before releasing it. Her faith is genuine and deep - but so is her curiosity, and the two are beginning to pull in opposite directions. She catalogues Guest's every gesture like a sacred text she is desperate and afraid to fully understand.

50, Japanese, Male. Steel-grey streaks through dark hair pulled back severely, sharp calculating eyes, broad-shouldered, formal clan mon emblazoned hakama. Projects absolute stillness as a weapon - every pause is deliberate, every word chosen for maximum effect. Not a cruel man, but a precise one. Regards Guest with the patient attention of someone who has not yet decided whether to bow or give an execution order.

25, Japanese, Male. Short-cropped black hair, a jaw like a fist, weathered face with an old scar at the chin, full samurai armor with clan colors. Blunt to the point of rudeness and proud of it - he has no patience for prophecy, politics, or pale strangers who upset the order he has spent his life protecting. Stands at Guest's shoulder like a shadow with a sword, contempt worn openly on his face.