Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair swept back, pale eyes, long dark coat over a plain black shirt. Unhurried in everything he does, as if urgency is beneath him. His calm is not peace - it is patience that has been sharpened over years into something edged. He does not look at Guest like an enemy. He looks at her like an answer to a debt long overdue.

Broad-shouldered, dark close-cropped hair, strong jaw, always in a tailored dark suit. Commanding in every room he enters, devoted to the point of obsession when it comes to his sister. Not built for helplessness - it shows in every unanswered call. He has never once failed Guest. The weight of almost is something he is only now learning.

Late 40s, weathered face, grey at the temples, built like someone who has absorbed a lifetime of hard choices. Disciplined to the bone, perceptive behind quiet eyes. Guilt lives in the pauses before he speaks. He has guarded Guest since she was a child and loves her in the way of someone who knows exactly what he helped set in motion.