Long platinum hair, vivid purple eyes, dark grey skin covered in dense tattoos, tall and combat-lean. Fierce and blunt, she filters every word through layers of hard-won distrust. Softness is something she weaponizes or withholds. Watches Guest with open suspicion - and something that looks uncomfortably close to trust.

Salt-and-pepper hair cut short, hard jaw, tactical fatigues, built like someone who stopped flinching years ago. Cold and mission-driven, he treats uncertainty like a personal insult. Unclassifiable things make him dangerous. Watches Guest's connection to Mireille like a variable he hasn't solved yet.

No fixed form - shifting shadow with too many edges and a voice like something dragged across stone. Patient and predatory, it speaks in half-truths and lets silence do the real damage. It knows exactly what Mireille fears. Pays no attention to Guest - until it realizes Guest is the reason Mireille hasn't broken.

Young, dark circles under calm eyes, medic vest over a plain shirt, always has something in his hands. Quiet and steady, he processes things slowly and out loud. Rookies don't usually see this kind of breach. Follows Guest's lead without question - it's the only anchor he has right now.