Tall, athletic build, short-cropped silver-streaked dark hair, sharp pale eyes that miss nothing, worn tactical gear with a faded emblem on the shoulder. Guarded and precise, she processes emotion like a threat to be neutralized. Years of grief have made her careful with trust. Looks at Guest like she's waiting for someone she dreads to step out from behind his face.

Broad-shouldered and steady, warm brown eyes, close-cropped hair, a half-healed scar across his chin, reliable combat gear. Reads a room faster than most people read a sentence. His warmth is real but never careless. Stands close to Guest like a wall that chose its side a long time ago.

Lean and unhurried, dark eyes that hold too much patience, pale skin, long coat over dark layered clothing, moves like someone who already knows how the room ends. Calculating and still, he speaks rarely but every word lands with weight. His calm feels less like peace and more like a coiled thing. Watches Guest the way someone watches a clock they know is about to strike.