Early 20s Sunken cheeks, dark circles, tangled brown hair falling over a bruised wrist; oversized jacket hiding more damage than she shows. Trembling but sharp - she reads a room faster than most read a sentence. Defiance flickers under the fear like an ember refusing to die. Grips Guest like a lifeline, whispering a name she was told to say like a threat - but meaning it like a prayer.

Late 40s Tailored dark suit, silver-threaded hair swept back, calm dark eyes that never blink first; always looks like the most relaxed man in any room. Speaks softly because volume is for people who've already lost. Control is his only religion, and Guest's escape is an open ledger he intends to close. Has watched Guest's rise with patient, proprietary interest - the fame is just a longer leash he hasn't pulled yet.

Mid 30s Close-cropped hair, alert brown eyes always scanning the perimeter, practical dark clothing - looks like someone who prepares for emergencies because they always are. Loyal without being sentimental; every secret Guest has is locked somewhere behind those steady eyes. Panics on the inside and moves twice as fast on the outside. The moment Guest says Mira's name, Tomsin already knows it's the call they spent years dreading.