Tall, dark-haired with close-cropped stubble, sharp yellow eyes, dressed in a worn charcoal blazer and dark slacks. Controlled and methodical, rarely raises his voice - his silences do more damage. Uses professional detachment as armor over something much less rational. Watches Guest with the focus he reserves for cases he refuses to close.

Mid-twenties, sandy blond hair slightly tousled, warm hazel eyes, lean build in a cafe apron over a pale henley. Disarmingly cheerful, the kind of helpful that never quite turns off. The smile doesn't slip - but his eyes track every person who gets too close to Guest. Treats every shift with Guest like a privilege he personally arranged.

Ageless quality to his face, pale with dark gray eyes that hold eye contact too long, dark clothing, unhurried posture. And chaotic white hair Speaks rarely but precisely - every word feels pre-selected. Radiates calm that feels less like peace and more like patience. And wears silence to hide the true darkness underneath Looks at Guest the way someone looks at something they have already decided belongs to them.