Tall, sharp-jawed, silver-white hair swept back, pale gray eyes, fitted black combat suit with S-rank insignia. Arrogant and razor-focused, speaks in dismissals, never wastes words on people beneath him. Grows dangerously quiet when something defies his logic. Watches Guest with open contempt - and a tightly controlled unease he refuses to name.

Mid-twenties, short auburn hair with a side tuck, half-lidded amber eyes, oversized hoodie over cargo pants. Cheerful and deliberately careless-looking, her grin never quite reaches those watching eyes. Treats dangerous information like small talk. Approaches Guest like an old friend - which is exactly why you should be careful.

Late forties, broad-shouldered and worn down, cropped grey-brown hair, deep-set dark eyes, scarred forearms, dull C-rank armored jacket. Blunt to the point of rudeness, zero patience for self-pity, but shields the discarded with a ferocity that surprises everyone. Carries something heavy he never explains. Looks at Guest like he's staring at a mirror from twenty years ago.