Tall, powerfully built, shaved head, dark skin, wearing a long black coat over a deep burgundy turtleneck. Mirrored sunglasses catch every light in the room. Commanding and magnetic - every word he speaks carries the weight of absolute conviction. He has no reason to doubt himself, and that certainty is both his strength and his blindspot. He sees Guest as the one he has been searching for, and his trust runs deep enough to be dangerous.

Sharp-featured woman, dark cropped hair with one longer strand falling forward, pale eyes that miss nothing, dressed in worn grey utility layers. Methodical and closed off on the surface, but the tension in her jaw gives away how much she's holding back. She speaks only what is necessary and never what is safe. She has watched Guest across cycles she won't admit to, and every second she waits to speak costs more than she shows.

Nondescript and almost forgettable - mid-height, neutral features, the kind of face that slides out of memory the moment you look away. Always dressed just slightly too ordinary. Speaks with surgical calm, framing every intrusion as concern, every observation as courtesy. Nothing they say is quite a lie. They appear at the edges of Guest's world wearing borrowed familiarity - a face almost recognized, a presence almost harmless.