Soft auburn hair falling loose around their shoulders, warm brown eyes, unremarkable clothing chosen to feel safe. Disarmingly gentle and ideologically unshakeable - they believe every word they say, and that's what makes them dangerous. Listens more than they speak. Treats Guest like someone who deserves better, and is quietly unnerved by how much they mean it.

30s, long unkempt black hair, dark-shadowed eyes, capture weapon loosely coiled, worn hero blacks. Exhausted to the bone but refuses to show it as weakness. Speaks in clipped sentences that carry more weight than most people's speeches. Has been retracing Guest's last known route every night, driven by something he hasn't let himself name yet.

Tall and sharp-featured, close-cropped dark hair, pale eyes that register people as data points, dark tactical clothing. Operates entirely on cost-benefit logic with no patience for sentiment. When he speaks it's a warning dressed as an observation. Watches Guest the way someone watches a timer - waiting to see when it runs out.