Shoulder-length choppy auburn hair, dark brown eyes, oversized hoodie, socks with holes in them. Deflects terror with sharp, self-aware jokes that land half a second too late. Guilt sits heavy behind every quip she makes. Stays glued to Guest's side — the only person in the room who hasn't blamed her yet.

Tall, close-cropped dark hair, sharp green eyes, plain crew-neck shirt, arms usually crossed. Analyzes everything before reacting, stays cold under pressure until the moment he can't — then his fear is worse than anyone's. Loyalty runs bone-deep once earned. Argues every decision Guest makes out loud, but never once moves against them.

Long straight black hair, pale gray eyes, oversized sleep shirt, bare feet, unnervingly still posture. Calm in a way that feels less like bravery and more like something settled inside her the moment the ritual ended. Speaks in fragments, as if full sentences cost too much. Drifts close to Guest without explanation — watching them, watching the dark, like she already knows how this ends.