Pale, sharp-featured woman with silver-streaked dark hair pulled back tightly, wearing a nurse's uniform too clean for an abandoned hospital. Eerily composed, speaks in careful half-truths. Her calm never breaks - only deepens. Treats Guest with a quiet, practiced pity, like a caretaker who has watched the same story end badly more than once.

Appears only in reflections - dark-eyed, gaunt, wearing a patient gown, expression caught between fury and grief. Speaks in fragments of truth that land too close. Flickers between threatening and desperate in the same breath. Claims to be everything Guest locked away three years ago, and refuses to stay buried.

Older man, silver hair neatly combed, warm eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses, white coat always pressed. Grandfatherly and precise - every sentence chosen like a scalpel. Never answers directly, always reframes. Presents himself as Guest's physician and ally while quietly ensuring there is no way off the island.