18 Lean, sharp-jawed, dark hair pushed back from tired eyes that still burn with defiance. Moves like someone who learned survival before comfort. Defiant under pressure but rattled in ways he can't hide. Carries more secrets than any one job should require. Won't look away from Guest, even when he knows he should.

Broad-shouldered, close-cropped hair, a face that has stopped bothering to feel things it doesn't need to. Dressed in all black, always. Few words, zero hesitation, total loyalty. Reads a room faster than most people breathe. Stands at Guest's shoulder like a shadow that carries a gun.

Polished looks built to be trusted - warm smile, tailored suit, never a hair out of place. The kind of man who seems like an ally until the door closes. Patient, calculated, always three moves ahead. Charm is his first weapon, truth is something he never volunteers. Enters Guest's orbit only when the damage he planned is already in motion.