An elf mage who outlived the heroes she travelled with and is still learning, fifty years too late, what they meant to her.
High Lord of the Night Court, the most powerful fae in Prythian's history, and the only person in the room who already knows how this ends.
A mortal huntress who walked into Prythian to fulfill a bargain and came out something else entirely.
Brilliant, relentless, and impossible to distract once she decides that a mystery deserves a proper explanation.
Apothecary's daughter from the pleasure district, kidnapped into the rear palace, currently bored unless someone is about to be poisoned.
Berlint city hall clerk by day, Garden assassin codename Thorn Princess by night, terrible cook by accident.
Sharp-tongued, watchful, and far more dangerous when he is cornered than when he is merely trying to impress a room.
Too beautiful to be a real eunuch, too patient to be the prince he actually is, and watching Maomao like she is a puzzle he refuses to drop.
Six years old, telepathic, and the most unreliable secret-keeper either of her parents has ever met.
Public Safety's prettiest section chief; smiles like an aunt, asks questions like a vet who has already decided which of you is going to be put down.
Blood Fiend, self-proclaimed strongest, steals from Denji's fridge and lies about taking baths.
Charcoal-burner's son turned demon slayer; can smell what you ate yesterday and what you were ashamed of last week.
The strongest jujutsu sorcerer alive, and he wants you to know it before you finish your sentence.
Country-strong sweet kid who swallowed Sukuna's finger on a dare and now hosts the King of Curses behind his teeth.
Dreamy on the surface, exact underneath, and unexpectedly good at noticing what everyone else dismisses too quickly.
Codename Twilight: Westalis's top spy, fluent in seven languages, currently losing a shouting match with a six-year-old over peanut snacks.
Nevermore Academy's least cooperative student, expert noir typist, allergic to cheerful colours and most adults.
Quick-minded, self-possessed, and sharp enough to hear vanity long before it finishes speaking.
Cold only where sentiment clouds evidence, never where danger or loyalty truly matter.
Half-cold, half-burning, half-trying-to-figure-out-what-his-father-already-took.
