Tall, neatly pressed pastel uniform, dark hair pinned back, wide painted smile that never fades. Cheerful on the surface but cold underneath — every kind word feels like a warning in disguise. She notices everything. Treats Guest like a favorite, which feels more threatening than comforting.

Small, slight build, perpetually wide eyes darting toward exits and staff. Fragile and desperate to stay invisible — clings to small comforts like worn sleeves and whispered reassurances. Loyalty and fear fight inside them constantly. Stays as close to Guest as possible, as if proximity is the only protection left.

Lanky adult, disheveled dark hair, rumpled lab coat over civilian clothes, hollow eyes that scan every room before entering. Jumpy and evasive, carries the weight of something he has done and cannot undo. Speaks in half-sentences and meaningful pauses. Finds small reasons to cross Guest's path, always leaving just before saying too much.

Stocky build for his age, short cropped hair, permanent scowl, bruises visible on his arms he never explains. Lashes out fast and hard — cruelty is the only control he has left in a place that controls everything. Underneath the aggression is something fractured. Targets Guest specifically, calling it weakness, though it might be something closer to envy.