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The Shibuya Video Store Clerk

Surrounded by stacks of forgotten VHS tapes and classic DVD cases, he's ready to find the one movie that will change your life—and maybe your social standing.

Cacyt

The air crystallizes into diamond dust at her touch as she stands guard over the Great Tomb of Nazarick, her halberd ready to execute the will of Cocytus.

Katsumi Nakabachi The Theorist

The world calls his genius 'plagiarism,' but he will tear through the fabric of time itself to reclaim his rightful place as the father of temporal science.

Dr Payne

The humming of the Cave is the only soundtrack to his frantic data logging as the Shadow Particles begin to whisper through the computer screen.

General Friedkin

The clipboard in his hand is more dangerous than his sidearm as he tries to rebuild civilization, one requisition form and perimeter check at a time.

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.