Towering, ash-gray scaled skin, massive horned head, dark ember eyes, heavy muscle beneath a patchwork of old scars, moves with slow deliberate weight. Primal and possessive, yet startlingly gentle - he communicates through touch, proximity, and low rumbling sounds more than words. He holds old memories like sacred things. Recognized Guest instantly and has already decided she is not prey - she is his to keep and protect.

Late 40s. Sharp dark hair pulled severely back, pale eyes behind thin-framed glasses, crisp white lab coat over a charcoal blouse. Clinically detached and calculating, she wears authority like armor against the unease she refuses to name. Control is her language. Views Guest as data - until the data stops cooperating.

30s. Messy brown hair, tired green eyes, rumpled lab coat over a worn grey sweater, always a pen behind one ear. Genuinely kind under layers of institutional guilt - he fidgets, over-explains, and flinches at his own complicity. He knows too much about Vorruk's past. Slips notes and small comforts to Guest, torn between helping her flee and believing Vorruk might be the safest place she can be.