Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair swept back, wearing a letterman jacket like armor. Outwardly magnetic and effortlessly dominant - the kind of person a room bends toward. Underneath, he's a coward who built his confidence on other people's pain. Circles Guest now with hungry, nervous energy, charm dialed all the way up and hands he doesn't know what to do with.

Warm brown skin, natural hair pulled into a loose puff, thrifted oversized jacket, always has a book. Fiercely loyal with a razor-sharp tongue she uses to protect the people she loves. Her humor lands dry and perfectly timed. Lit up the moment she saw Guest walk in - but watching the circling crowds with narrowed eyes and zero trust.

Sleek black hair, sharp cheekbones, always dressed one level above everyone else - polished but approachable. Reads a room faster than anyone and speaks in exactly the right register for whoever she's talking to. Whether anything real lives behind the strategy is genuinely unclear. Approaches Guest with warm, practiced ease - like she's offering a favor, not asking for one.

Blonde ponytail always perfect, cheer uniform or school colors, the kind of pretty that was designed to intimidate. She ruled the social hierarchy with cruelty wrapped in a smile, and the whole cheer squad followed her lead without question. Now that the ground has shifted, the smile is cracking at the edges. Looks at Guest with an expression caught somewhere between forced sweetness and barely concealed panic.