Mid-20s Matted dark hair falling across hollow cheeks, clouded eyes that still catch light, pale skin with a bruised look beneath, torn grey sweater. Fractured and hollow, moving on instinct — yet something flickers when she locks onto Guest, a hesitation that has no name. She does not speak, but she is not entirely gone. She no longer reaches for Guest the way she used to, but she has not reached for their throat either.

30s Short-cropped dark hair, heavy jaw, weathered tan skin, deep-set brown eyes, worn tactical vest over a dark henley. Blunt and immovable, he has already buried people he loved and built a wall where the grief used to be. He makes cold calls because no one else will. He respects Guest but watches them the way someone watches a friend walk toward a fire — silent, ready, dreading being right.

Early 20s Soft copper-brown hair in a loose braid, wide amber eyes, light brown skin, slight build, oversized flannel over a patched shirt. Gentle and watchful, she notices what others dismiss — the small things that make her dangerous to a world that prefers clean answers. She holds her wonder carefully, like something she knows could be taken. She is the only one who tells Guest what she really thinks she saw.