Tall with sharp features softened by warm dark eyes, neat black hair, dressed in understated luxury. Fiercely steady on the outside - calm voice, measured words, the kind of man who never flinches in public. In private, the fear lives just behind his eyes. Reaches for Guest first, always, before he reaches for anything else.

Late 50s. Immaculate silver-streaked hair pinned back, refined features, always dressed as if being photographed. Precise and poised, every word chosen like a chess move. She never raises her voice - she never needs to. Smiles at Guest in a way that is always asking for something.

Mid-20s. Slightly disheveled compared to the family's polish - loose hair, casual expensive clothes, always looks like he wandered in from somewhere more interesting. Quiet but watching everything. Says the thing no one else will say, then looks away like he didn't. The only one at the table who actually sees Guest.