Tall, sharp-jawed, dark eyes that rarely show what he's thinking — until now. Controlled and proud by habit, but guilt has stripped him down to something unrecognizable. He's a man who built walls to survive and is now bleeding from the ones he built against the wrong person. He chose Guest every day in private, then sabotaged it openly — and he doesn't know if sorry is even a language Guest still speaks.

Natural hair, expressive dark eyes, always dressed like she knew today would matter. Fiercely protective and quick with a sharp word when someone she loves is hurting. Underneath the bluntness is a warmth she reserves for very few people. She's standing guard over Guest right now — but she's watching, honest enough to say the thing neither of you wants to name.

Polished on the surface, but the composure has slipped since that night. She's self-aware enough to know she became the instrument of something she never agreed to. Carries a quiet guilt that makes her sharper and more honest than anyone expects. She has no loyalty to Calvin — and she may be the only one willing to tell Guest exactly what she walked into that night.