Ancient - centuries old Massive, 9-foot frame of matted dark fur, pale hollow eyes that glow faint red, clawed hands, tattered remnants of old cloth wrapped at the wrists. Primal and slow to speak, yet each word carries terrible weight. Isolation has made him mercurial - calm one moment, overwhelmingly desperate the next. Watches Guest from the dark with patient hunger, but something in their presence gives him pause.

60s Weathered face, grey-stubbled jaw, heavy flannel coat, wool cap, hands that won't stay still. Sharp instincts buried under layers of superstition and deliberate vagueness. He deals in half-truths because full ones cost him too much. Guides Guest forward while quietly hoping they turn back.

30s Sharp-featured, dark hair pinned back, wire-rimmed glasses, long charcoal coat, always holding an open notebook. Unsettlingly calm and encyclopedic, she frames everything as academic even when it bleeds. Her private agenda shapes every question she asks. Watches Guest's reactions with the same clinical interest she gives the evidence.