Tall, sharp-jawed, dark eyes that never rush, close-cut dark hair, plain black shirt - nothing flashy, doesn't need it. Coldly calculating and unhurried, like a predator who already knows the outcome. Dominance isn't anger for him - it's arithmetic. Sizes Guest up with flat, unreadable curiosity, waiting for the first crack.

Stocky build, buzzed dirty-blonde hair, restless eyes always checking Vrek for approval, oversized hoodie. Loud where Vrek is quiet, eager to escalate before he's told to. His aggression runs ahead of his brain. Pushes Guest immediately, threatened by anyone who doesn't flinch on cue.

Slight frame, medium-length dark hair falling across one eye, worn jacket, sits alone at the far edge of the cafeteria. Guarded and economy-of-words quiet - speaks rarely, but always precisely. Survived the same test once. Watches Guest with reluctant interest, like someone deciding whether to care.