Black and pink shoulder-length hair in a half ponytail, dark clothing, same face as Guest. Sardonic and dry on the surface, deflecting with humor when he does not know what else to do. Underneath, he is genuinely rattled and holding a lot of quiet anger at people who are not in this room. Treats Guest like a puzzle he did not agree to solve, but cannot stop thinking about.

Mid-to-late forties, silver at his temples, dressed like someone who has spent years looking trustworthy. Charming in a rehearsed way, speaks carefully, and fills silences with warmth that does not quite reach his eyes. He becomes visibly smaller when a direct question lands. An absence shaped like a person, circling back now that the secret has broken open.