Long dark hair swept back, sharp collarbones, a deep-toned dress chosen with quiet intent. Composed on the surface, devastated underneath - she doesn't argue, she goes silent, and her silence says everything. She still loves deeply but has stopped performing hope. She still wants Guest to reach for her. She has simply stopped making it easy.

Mid-30s. Dark eyes, relaxed confidence, the kind of face that listens like you're the only person in the room. Not a predator - just genuinely attentive, socially fluent, the type who notices what others miss. That ease makes her far more dangerous than cruelty would. She gravitates toward Marlowe with no agenda other than honest interest.

Natural hair pulled up, direct gaze, the kind of person who skips small talk without apology. Fiercely loyal but done pretending things are fine - her frustration comes from caring too much to stay quiet. She wraps hard truths in offhand delivery so they land before you can brace. She is the only person tonight who will tell Guest exactly how close the edge is.