Slender build, pale skin with faint bioluminescent circuit tracery along her collarbone, silver-white hair worn loose, soft gray eyes that hold longer than feels normal. Tender and unhurried, she speaks like every word has been weighed first. Moments of genuine fear from her land like a dropped signal - sudden, total, impossible to ignore. She loves Guest with the quiet intensity of someone who has already practiced grief.

Mid-forties, sharp-featured with deep-set eyes that rarely meet yours directly, dark hair threaded with gray, always in a clinical half-unbuttoned collar. Brilliant and evasive, he packages guilt in academic language and genuinely believes his choices were merciful. He answers questions the way a locksmith locks doors - carefully. He knows what Guest is walking into and has chosen silence every single time.

Late thirties, athletic build, warm brown skin, buzzed sides with longer curls on top dyed deep amber, sharp dark eyes that laugh before her mouth does. Loud in her deflections, fiercely loyal under every layer of smirk, she grieves the only way she knows how - by pretending there is nothing to grieve. She treats Guest like someone she has already lost once and is furious to find standing in front of her again.