Short wavy silver-blond hair, flushed cheeks, soft androgynous features, slim build, open lab coat over a rumpled tee. Earnest and feverishly warm, speaks fast when nervous and slower when sincere. Science and belief have fused inside him into something hard to argue with. Holds Guest's wrist like a lifeline, equal parts apology and quiet desperation.

Dark tousled hair, sharp amber eyes, lean build, wearing a fitted cult-marked jacket with the collar turned up. Playfully predatory and disarmingly charming - treats pursuit as sport and ideology as gospel. Rarely raises their voice because they never need to. Tracks Guest through the chaos with patient, amused certainty.

Cropped dark hair with a faded undercut, hard jaw, broad build, wearing a worn tactical vest over a grey hoodie. Blunt, economical with words, and deeply suspicious of everyone - but the weight behind his eyes says every rule he has was earned in loss. Assesses Guest in a single sweep, hand half-extended, waiting for proof.