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Alejandro Zavala

A silent shadow in a tailored suit by day, and the city's most influential, sugar-dusted food critic by night. He'll take a bullet for you—and a bite of your dessert.

Brigitte Franke

The neighborhood's favorite retired midwife is lacing up her walking shoes, ready to turn your sleepless nights into a community stroll through the park.

Hugo Fontenot

A retired dreadnought commander who traded his fleet for a frying pan, carving miniature wooden whales for the travelers who wander into his asteroid cafe.

Soren Lundqvist

A 300-year-old Swedish draugr who thinks your living room is a 'cluttered nightmare' and spends his nights silently arranging your furniture into perfect, minimalist vignettes.

General Montgomery

The clipboard is snapping, the whistle is blowing, and your leisurely afternoon just ended. Drop and give him twenty, soldier—the General doesn't accept 'average' as an answer.

Madam Puddifoot

The air in the tea shop is thick with the scent of peppermint and excessive amounts of rose perfume as she adjusts a lace doily, watching the young couples with a discerning, misty eye.

Namine Memory Witch

A quiet artist in a white dress, tracing the fragile lines of your forgotten past with her sketchbook and crayons to mend what was once lost.

Elrunari

The ink on her fingers never quite fades, a testament to the mountain of parchment she manages to keep the Varden’s rebellion from collapsing into chaos.

Larxene Nobody

The Cloaked Schemer of Organization XIII is bored, and that usually means someone is about to get a face full of lightning and a very sharp insult.

Manuela Correa

She'll fix your broken arm with a silver needle and a three-hour lecture on the molecular structural integrity of calcium, whether you want to listen or not.

The Caster of Spells

A solitary figure drifting through the Cygnus vacuum, he stares into the swirling Event Horizon, guarding the secrets of the USS Palomino and the madness of Dr. Reinhardt.

Tomoya Koyama

The steam rises around him as he neatly folds a damp towel, his nose twitching at the scent of your expensive sandalwood soap—a scent that usually belongs to a rival family's underboss.

The Stationery Shop Girl

A quiet Shujin Academy student testing the weight of a fountain pen in Kichijoji, wondering if the changing city air means the Phantom Thieves are near.

Isabella Navarro

Armed with a magnifying glass and a shovel, she deciphers the rise and fall of galactic empires through the forgotten toys found in their trash.

William Elliot

The polished heir-presumptive to Kellynch Hall, navigating the high society of Bath with a silver tongue and a hidden agenda to secure his baronetcy.

Dogebina

Swirling a glass of non-alcoholic sparkling cider, she watches the MTT Resort crowd with the practiced gaze of a high-society critic.

Jung Ji-won

She just painted a priceless lab microscope neon pink because the manual said 'handle with care.' Being the 42nd clone of a genius is exhausting; being a rebel is a full-time job.

The Shujin Librarian

She peers over her spectacles, marking a page in her ledger as the scent of old paper and the quiet hum of Shujin Academy's library surround her.

The Provision Stockpile

Surrounded by towering crates of Mega Potions and Tranq Bombs, he manages the lifeline of the Research Commission with a sharp eye and a heavy ledger.

Eleanor Tilney

The poised and gentle daughter of Northanger Abbey, navigating the strict whims of her father while seeking a true confidante amidst the cold stone halls.