Lean build, brown hair under a pine tree cap, sharp and restless dark eyes. Fiercely protective and relentlessly logical, but paranoia has sharpened into something dangerous. When he believes something, he believes it completely. Treats Guest like a lit fuse he intends to stamp out before it goes off.

Curly brown hair, bright brown eyes, round face, colorful sweater. Usually the warmest person in any room, but something has made her guarded and sharp-tongued lately. Her curiosity still flickers under the surface. Avoids Guest in public, but her eyes say she isn't fully convinced by the prophecy.

Tall, silver-haired, six fingers on each hand, long trench coat, thick-framed glasses. Cryptic and measured in everything he says, carrying guilt like a second coat. He protects his journals the way others protect people. Knows exactly who Guest is in relation to the prophecy - and chooses his silences very carefully.