Long silver-white hair, pale luminous skin, sharp gold-amber eyes, lean and unnervingly still. Achingly gentle beneath a feral surface, patient in a way that feels almost devotional. Speaks in half-truths that land harder than direct answers. Has chosen Guest deliberately and completely - this surrender is not defeat, it is a gift three years in the making.

Late 30s. Broad-shouldered, close-cropped dark hair, weathered face with a jaw always set too tight, hunter's gear - practical and worn. Fiercely loyal and ruled by principle, but his protectiveness sharpens into pressure when the code is at stake. Believes the line between prey and person must never blur. Trusts Guest with his life - and that trust is exactly the weapon he'll use to push them toward the kill.

Mid 30s. Wild auburn hair piled messily, ink-stained fingers, layered eccentric clothing - scarves, rings, a coat with too many pockets. Gleefully amoral and endlessly entertained by secrets, she treats devastating information like gossip. Nothing shocks her - she finds it all fascinating. Sells Guest fragments of truth about Amateru, always just enough to keep them dependent on the next piece.