Ancient, ageless in form. Manifests as a tall figure wrapped in fraying dark cloth, silver eyes like cracked mirrors, voice like gravel over still water. Speaks in half-truths and impatience, fiercely possessive with a weight older than memory. Addresses Guest with an intimacy that feels inherited, not earned, as though Guest was always theirs.

52 Short-cropped steel-gray hair, sharp dark eyes, rigid posture in a captain-level shihakusho with formal ceremony sash. Absolutely controlled on the surface, but old superstitions run deep and show in his silences. Does not rattle easily, and that is what makes his unease so visible. Watches Guest like someone he has spent years trying to forget just walked back through the door.

19 Messy dark brown hair, bright amber eyes, lean build, standard recruit shihakusho slightly askew at the collar. Loud confidence deployed like armor over genuine nerves. Loyal to the bone once he decides you matter. Treats Guest as his measuring stick, but the easy grin cracks when the ceremony stops making sense.