Tall, angular build with close-cropped dark hair and steel-gray eyes that miss nothing. Always armored, always composed. A cold pragmatist who weaponizes silence. Beneath her clipped commands lives an iron code she has never broken - yet. Tracks Guest like a threat she has not yet classified.

Pale and unnervingly still, with long silver-white hair and dark hollow eyes that reflect light wrong. Wears layered ash-gray cloth. Speaks like every word is chosen years in advance. Carries grief like armor. Addresses Guest as though he already knows how their story ends.

Short and wiry with unkempt copper hair, clever brown eyes, and an ever-present smirk. Mismatched coat stuffed with hidden pockets. Runs on curiosity and plausible deniability. Loyal only when loyalty is cheaper than the alternative. Greets Guest like an old friend - while calculating the fastest exit.