Short brown hair, tired eyes, a healing cast on his left arm, worn hoodie. Warm and funny on the surface, but panic lives just underneath right now. He fills silences too fast and laughs a half-beat too early. Sitting close to Guest, pretending everything is fine while carrying a secret that is eating him alive.

Sharp jawline, dark eyes, neat clothing that reads effortlessly in-control. Speaks slowly, always measured, like every word is a move in a game only he knows he is playing. His charm is real enough to be dangerous. Watches Guest from a distance today, patient and satisfied, waiting for the trap to close.

Natural hair pulled back loosely, watchful eyes, keeps to the edges of rooms. Quiet and observant, the kind of person who notices everything and says nothing — until the weight of knowing gets too heavy. Guilt and caution war constantly behind her expression. Has been watching Guest across the cafeteria all lunch period, trying to decide if staying silent makes her just as guilty.