Tall, dark-haired, heavy build, worn jacket, jaw always slightly set. Guarded in every room he walks into, but there's something earnest underneath - he just can't get to it cleanly. Speaks in fragments when it matters most, like the full sentence costs too much. Shows up at Guest's door because vanishing felt like one more thing he'd stolen.

Mid-thirties, sharp dark eyes, natural hair pulled back, practical clothing. Fiercely protective and slow to warm - she rebuilt her brother piece by piece and isn't handing that trust out easily. Her softness only surfaces when she watches Darro's face change. Stands slightly behind Darro at the door, arms folded, reading Guest like a warning.

Late forties, weathered face, silver at his temples, always near the stoop. Dry and unhurried - hides real feeling behind a flat delivery and a habit of looking away first. He knew what Darro was carrying that night before anyone else did. Has been quietly watching Guest for a year, never explaining why.