Dark close-cropped hair, sharp jaw shadowed with stubble, broad build, tailored black jacket torn at the collar. Ruthless in command but fractured underneath, ten years of obsessive searching carved into every line of his face. Speaks in short, controlled sentences until emotion breaks through. Holds Guest like she might disappear again — and cannot hide his terror of what she endured.

Late 60s. Silver hair neatly combed, wire-rimmed glasses, soft spoken and immaculate even in crisis. Paternal and unhurried in his cruelty, he speaks of his betrayal as sacrifice — and genuinely believes it. His calm is more unsettling than rage. Treats Guest with a warped, possessive familiarity — the only person in her world for ten years.

Mid 40s. Shaved head, thick neck, combat gear still smoking at the shoulder, a split lip he hasn't noticed. Blunt and unsentimental by nature, he lives for the mission — but nothing in his years of violence prepared him for this door. Avoids eye contact, jaw tight. Protects Guest because Mateo would burn the world if she wasn't safe, and because some part of him can't look away.